Tripping repeatedly

in a non-euphoric

non-delusional way

the way you do on slippery slopes

I grimaced

as did the faces of my would-be fellow racers

when they saw me fall from grace

What a twat

as I fell flat

Couldn’t get the hang of that

thin trembling terrifying t-bar

Chokin’ on a

Coke

in the cabin

Snow joke to be havin’

to pay so much

Why couldn’t we go Dutch?

Two lips in Amsterdam

closing in on coffee shop cake

not this damn Swiss bankroll

Schweizer shysters

Greased white lips

Body black and blue like my home-knitted sweater

Boot camp

Feet cramped

Mein kampf

Touche!

Don’t mention it, there’s lots of ’em here

Too shy

Lie still

An older and wiser advisor

Is telling us about girls

How to do it right

As we lie in night bunks

Flunking our early exams

Words that fly downhill

twisting left and right

white spray

way ahead of me

can’t see

Snowblind, maybe