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xmxrgxncy May 2016
The clock with the metal rim
Lay it flat
And see us inside
Sprinting away from the hands
In hot pursuit
And trapped in different quadrants....
Will you love me
Two hours behind
Eight states away
And a year apart?
Jonny Angel May 2014
He sat in the strangest places,
always at the back
of the mahogany slide,
floated in the nicotine-cloud,
wore permanent shades
to hide his killer disease.

One look from him
could rip testicles off,
he foamed at the mouth,
sinned constantly
& sported scars
like racetracks
on his fractured arms.

Gold doubloons filled
the holes
in his rotten
teeth,
he seethed.

Only the fools
made him smile,
& they saw their end
come sooner
than they wanted,
'cause he loved
a great death.
preservationman Oct 2015
A race that should have been mine
I had the speed that was combined
I was fast and you could see the flying dust
My mission was always a must
My name being “Speedy Post”
I was know with the high ranking Greyhound dog name where other competitors would often boost
Dog racetracks rang out from coast to coast
There was a lot of doubt in most
Speedy Post would often accept any challenge
My mission is to run and not be outdone
I am a top Greyhound breed among
This Greyhound dog is one to look upon
A winner who will never be done
A champion not looking for a rule of fun
A Greyhound on the racetrack known for speed
These hound dog legs know how to proceed
Challenge me if you can
As the rabbit runs, it’s a race in begin.
When those moments be untimed to find more than those within the racetracks of your mind and on the brows as yet unlined,
is true love truly blind?
A scent,a rose,the bouquet underneath,who knows the paths that man will take to make the match,
but catch the flavour,savour well,we dwell but shortly here then disappear to find more moments, yet untimed as we ourselves are redefined,and the question still upon my mind,
is true love truly blind?
jack of spades Nov 2017
there’s electricity spiking the air when your stormy eyes meet mine for the first time and it’s like suddenly everything is charged, magnetic, pulling my blood from my heart to the tip of my nose, an explosion of embarrassment and twitching hands, the jolt of feeling like falling just before you finally fall asleep. i’m seeing your mouth moving but all i can look at is your lips, the dart of your tongue, and pride swells like a tsunami high tide as i think about you, my nike, my victory, mentally running racetracks and hopping hurdles even though you never agreed to compete for anything. little eyes and big stars, stretching the space between us until we’re solar systems apart, our hearts destined for different galaxies. i always knew you weren’t meant for me but that doesn’t change the way it feels when you reach for me: we’re the calm before the storm, the way we always have been but we never should be.
jack of spades Feb 2018
lightning strikes when your stormy eyes meet mine like it’s for the first time and suddenly everything is charged, magnetic, pulling my blood from my heart to the tip of my nose, exploding embarrassment and twitching hands, the jolt of feeling like falling just before you finally fall asleep. i’m seeing your mouth move but all i can look at is your lips, the peek your tongue, and pride swells like tsunami high tides as i think about you, my nike, my victory, mentally running racetracks and hopping hurdles even though you never agreed to compete for anything. little eyes full of big stars, stretching the space between us until we’re solar systems apart, our hearts destined for different galaxies. i always knew you weren’t meant for me but that doesn’t change the way it feels when you reach for me: we’re the calm before the storm, the way we always have been but we never should be.
Predicting the unpredictable,
that's not on the timetable,

dressed up to the nines
at
sixes and sevens when
Siouxie's with the banshees
and
screeching in my ears.

it takes me back to punk rock
smoking barrels and the lock stock,

crocodiles and tears they cry,
I spy
but nothing much.

Stripping down the skyline
revealing underneath,
racetracks up in Hampstead
horses on the heath.

Trams and Trolley cars
rotting hulks and broken spars
time delivers everything
if we
have the time to wait.

Far from nothing clear
when the night falls quiet
with the morning near,
the cat prowls proudly
tail *****,
one dead sparrow
and she
a likely suspect.

when it's all a matter of degree
and gas mark seven is all I see
because the microwave has
waved goodbye
come the crocodiles and
the tears they cry.
basil Aug 2019
they say grief has 5 stages.
but which one am i at?

rewind.

dec. 24, 2014.
the last time i saw you
building little racetracks out of playdough for the younger kids.
i remember the little purple dolphin.

fast forward.

butterflies.
the little yellow monarch butterflies we used to find everywhere.
they remind me of you now.

rewind.

georgia.
making lean-to shelters in the backyard of the cabin.
we would catch tadpoles in little butterfly catching nets.
remember the big one i caught?
because i do.

cullen.
please catch butterflies up there for me, too.
i miss you
saige Apr 2018
it feels perverted
dry ******* in the backseat
you rode home from the
hospital in
when you were just
three hours old
yet we've laid here
shirtless
four hours like this
fogged up the windows
with racetracks of rain
it's storming out there
it's pulses and giggles and
the radio quit playing
fuzzy then nothing but
our limbs cramping
knotted together and
it feels perfect
my tribute to teenage dreams (now that i'm twenty, ha)
Michael Stefan Jan 2021
We all stood at battlements,
And frontline racetracks
Preparing for the longest night
When we would kiss our mothers
And say our prayers,
Hoping to be ushered
Into a brilliant light,
So bright it cleans the soul

Taut muscles and furrowed brows,
Aching with the weight,
And slick with burning sweat-
Bourne under my burden
We all stared hard-
Into the face of hate
For a government that told us nothing
And said, "You gotta fight."

Brothers and sisters stood strong-
Strongest thing you ever saw
Each of them made
Of sterner stuff
They draped that uniform
On mountains made of duty
And jawlines set-
Of utter determination

And yet,
I buckle-
Praying for the support
Of my sisters and brothers,
The comfort of the desert sands-
Whilst I wither beneath the gaze
Of a woman who's coffee order
Did not contain almond milk-
Like the end of the world rested on the edge of her cup...
I did want this to be a little humorous but still speak to the camaraderie and sacrifice that each person in the military makes.  We go through so many hard situations that we never prepare for the simple frustrations of a normal life.  Then BAM!  You are hit in the face by situations you never thought you would see.  Situations the average person doesn't bat an eye at.
Acme Feb 2020
We
I look in my mirror and talk
to the old man staring at me.
Why are you smiling? Death
is not far away. We wasted
our best years. We chased
her and lived in bars and
racetracks and funerals of
broken souls just like us.
We keep smiling and tuck
another Ace in our sleeve.

— The End —