LIVING IN A LAP COUNT

Where is the line
Fine distinction
So hero to personal crime ...
The cruelest crime
To inflict your body on another mind
Pain
So intense
That the other body breaks ...
Get up
Fall down again
Ride on
Be a fool again
No end ...
To punish yourself a pride must be cultivated
Like hate
To unquestioning push yourself
Pass all reasonable lines
Where most man would take mind ...
Pain
Warning to the system
Shame
A broken bike again
Your blame ...
To be a racer not a being
To race unreasoning
To compete with those who compete with themselves
Become one
Beat yourself ...
Retreat yourself to a position of mere machine
You
No meaning
Body
No feeling ...
Living in a lap count
Riding in a lap
One slap and
Where is the line
Fine distinction
So hero
To personal crime
When who does the time
If the person is the crime ...

LOVING IN A POLE POSITION

You made the team
Though ecstatic it seems
You won fourteen bucks and a wrist that rusts
For your dream ...
The smell of burning rubber
Hides the whiff of lover
On your trail
And big boys
Use exhaust noise
Like a veil ...
Married to a handle bar
Caressed through a curve
Loving in a pole position
Growing into leathers
Relaxing in a socket wrench
Life force through a blood transmission ...
Reach the peak
So next week
A bike shop
A battle
So little
So trouble
The fall
So final ...
Get up
Fall down again
Ride on
Be a fool again
An ace from the end ...
You made the cream
Though sour it seemed
Shattering wins
A body of sins
For your dreams ...

Shaky wrist
Disjoint in this joint
No risks
Grease stains for gracing
Old easy chair for racing ...
Waiting while your records are eclipsed
By technology
Times enemy
No end ...