the decadent man harms himself
releasing his life-blood
like a Lambo, self-inducing, puking, oil
the race-track goes in circles
the other cars, do the weekend thing
and the bat-out-of-hell can’t shift into second
there is nothing, more thrilling, than when the driver decides
to change his engine
and leave behind broken parts
to go one speed
All foolishness, falls behind
like clowns, who must entertain themselves
and there is no check, in his reality
no checkered flag
only the indomitable ride
that reaches into his mental space, and won’t back down.
If you’ve ever had a good day, where everything went right
try being in a race-car, that won’t slow down
it doesn’t chill, it doesn’t second-guess itself
with overwhelming speed
its parts, are coming apart
the driver can’t go the pace of traffic, anymore
it’s too late
he went this speed, once, and it scared him
is an inner world, of tightly held authentic feelings
and when expressed, they are never understood
“Why does he have to go so fast?”
“We’re all headed to the same place.”
But that’s not true.
You’ve gotten used to the speed limit,
from time to time
you go over
to feel something,
to break the rules
but the man who goes fast, is not stepping outside the law
he is making his own, without limits.
How is it, that a volcano can rest for millennia
and erupt, like 100,000 nuclear bombs?
What triggered, its chain reaction?
Was it one more unbearable slow conversation?
Was it perfection, without passion?
Was it the passage of time, without discovering a passage?
Going fast, will destroy you
but it is unlike slow self-destruction
that causes one to stop and say, “What’s the point?”
Going fast, suggests, there is no point
but speed is what we need
a blur, a conquest, looking back, at the pack
that doesn’t stand a chance.
I always thought I would make another run at it
when I was wise
but the old man doesn’t have the energy of being young
it’s too late to think his way to victory.
Magic, a hope, a belief, in something
that can’t be seen
the rooftops of skyscrapers
his engine, that wants the heights of performance
the greatest high, if you’ve ever been there
there aren’t many chances
less than two eruptions
in 10,000 years
so, ride the drive
like a bat-out-of-hell
if you got it.