Best Speedway Poems

there was blue and green flying on the screen
in my grandparents' basement
i was there for a week, i was sleepwalking
but i always woke up in my grandmother's arms

race cars and Gameboys and made-up scenarios
i was so independent but i grew up to be afraid of...

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here is my soul speaking softly
you take it in, and resolution warms the union
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible 

the trip we take is underwater in thought and contentment
the concoction we make is soothing and rehabilitating
we converse lika...

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not a speedway
And yet they are racing
at a hundred miles or more
Down Interstate 635 in Kansas City

I hear them way before I realize what they are
Two race cars. One orange and green
The other purple and black, low and fast.

They are racing on both sides of...

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