Lemme go as fast as I can
All the winds hurting my skin    
Forcing it ..pulling it back
The speed thrills      
Adrenaline reveals
No such ecstasy
Like such it feels
Going faster
growing fearful
That undying and
about to die feeling
The risk being so sweet
You crave for that
sugar coated thing more and more
All so euphoric
All such momentum
Being so moment full
After a certain point
Being in no control
Such rejoice full
After a certain time
The speed addiction
Controls you
Instead going the other way around
Imbibed so deep into brain
Ever hungry for it      
If ever speed kills me
Don't mourn
Because I would be smiling.

~ for W L Winters

Never *******
a buffalo,
a grizzly,
a moose,
or an
ex-wife.

If you do,
run
as fast and far
as you
possibly
can.

   mce~

a balmy summer evening
on a countryside
dotted with villages

a man on his motor bike
100 hp between his thighs
a stretch of straight road
   rare in the these hills

he lets go

he can
he can do it
   tear early sleepers from their dreams
   make people flinch at their dinner tables
   plough through the fairytales for the little ones

he can
he can leave the noise behind
   together with the thoughts
   of his monotonous job
      security night man at the bank
      well paid, though
leave behind the memory
   of the diverted gaze of his wife
   who would gladly trade
   the 100 hp
   for one more room
   for their children

children

just in time
   he saw her
just in time

the girl carefully walking
   over the zebra stripes
with a mug of beer for her father
from the pub across the road

just in time

nothing spilled
   except a little beer
   under horrified eyes

children

another stretch of straight road

he can
he can do it
he can let go

he cannot resist

I wish we knew our days were heavenly while we were swimming in liquid gold
Instead of trying to forget certain events years later with our nostrils swimming in snow.

It was a sensation like no other
Wide eyes and a beating heart
I felt complete, faultless
Although I was cold
This feeling kept me warm

Sister took a nail full
Of the white rough powder
And laid it upon a book
The familiar bitter taste
Infused my mouth
As I licked the pulverulent

I was full of conversation
But there wasn't much talking
For the voices in my head
Were very loud
As they were reminding me of reality

I tried to push it away
The feeling that was anticipated
But it was strong
And my content feeling
Slowly began to fade away

My stomach dropped
As my mouth ran dry
Lips chapped and hands shaking
Reality had caught me

I pulled on my hair
And covered my face
"Everyone *****, I want to die"
The only words I could speak
As I scratched at my arms

I growled and kicked
Like a cat in a brawl
Irritation filled my body
Anxiety engulfed my mind
A world of agony

I spoke aloud
But to myself
About hate and hostility
Concerned and panicked
When would this hell end?

Sister offered me more  
So this misery could stop
But only to began again
When I would remember reality
When I would remember this suffering

I told her I couldn't
This unpleasant feeling was torment
I needed desistance
But that was impossible
This discomfort took time
For it seemed everlasting

At the peak of irritation
I just couldn't take it
In need of something to abolish
This feeling of affliction
Only one thing could help

It's pure white consistency
Glimmered in the light
I reached for the straw
As sister laid the powder
Atop a book

It really carries it's name well
For this heroine saved me
From the long excruciating trip
That laid before me

I praise this beautiful drug
And all of its glory
It has cured my suffering
For I feel indebted to it

Although me and heroine
May only stay friends
Considering anything more
Would keep me stuck at her side
Forever

Once again, 7 years later, Im faced with these Lights.
The music changed but the mood still the same.
I relax.
Head tilted up I watch these Street Lights whistle a tune by my memories. Strange  people, the car an anomaly from times known, but this feeling... Still so much the same.
No curve this time, no speed limit; like we cared then or now.
Instead of school tomorrow it's a job, instead of teachers it's higher ups. Regardless.
I ask myself the same question now as I did then, "Can we make it?"

I sit down in tweak town
To jot down a new noun,
A nice verb, a poetic sound,
But all that comes out
Is blah blahs, and doubt.
There’s not enough coffee,
To help satisfy me,
As long as I compare myself,
To everybody else.

So here in caffeine city,
The poetry is witty.
Every verse excites me.
Every line invites me,
To be better.
Speed is my muse,
As long as I let her.

A nicotine lozenge,
Four milligram a piece,
Helps me stay awake,
Until, I am allowed to sleep;
Helps me to stay alert,
Helps me write this verse,
But in the end
The zzzz will hit me worse.
I guess, I should have just gone to bed
Instead.