Of course, it’s got to be
Better not to dwell on it;
But we’re all going
To lose it one day.
He shouldn’t know it,
This head-down young charger,
Won’t know it until it ambushes him,
But his day is today.
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Tag Archives: race
Cinders
A fall too far,
Too far … and
Far too fast
From a wall
Too Heaven-high tall:
From butterfly belle brilliance
To double-dull
Dust.
It’s rocket-rate race
From rock to ruin;
Too quick,
Too Devil-drive quick,
From pistol-shot
To tape:
From innocence
To grief.
Sudden-slap
Midnight-shock realisation;
Slipper slip
Staircase sprint
Takes little time,
Maybe none,
But it’s all
The time you had.
Before returning
To cold ashes
Once more.
30/12/2012
Moto GP, Qatar
Twenty six summers
Riding a thousand angry bees
For the first competition time.
Blacktack rope tied
Around burning sands:
All of the things
That are going to happen
Between these corners.
Let everyone be here
When the last flag falls.
8/4/2012
Race?
Whistle, flag or gun;
Throw, ride, swim, run:
Every colour,
Five rings,
Three steps –
Drama, tension, grace –
The true human race!
26/7/2012
