To Be Banjaxed

by qmonkey

I have an unusual relationship to the ski slopes
it’s not enough to call it love/hate
skiing is a drug to which I am beholden
but no, not addicted to the partaking, but to the sensation of it ending
I spend moments in genuine fear of the coming banjax
as I slide uncontrolled to the edge of the slope
every successful increase in speed is tethered to its bedfellow, Mr Possible Broken Neck
the wise man would reach the valley saying “never again”
the kicker is that the only way to taste the blessed relief
is to re-approach the jeopardy