Racing Car Poems

    Bulky ute voyeur selects sleek sporty stalion
    Driving by, supersedes her oversized sedan
    Wide wheel...

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Cracked often reminds me of pecan nuts.
Cracked also reminds me of earthquake scars.
Mostly cracked reminds me of Jerry Butts
Who loved driving Italian racing cars.

When he...

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I miss the open highway
I’m besotted with quick getaways.
What other sensation can compare
to pulling G’s with wind-whipped hair?

When my foots on the throttle,
I feel unstoppable.
Faster,...

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Miles racing underneath lively conversation
Whistling road noises and occasional bumps,
Time passing slowly to our expected destination
As concrete expansion joints create thumps.

Whistling road noises and occasional...

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Traffic lights saying, go, go, go,
Traffic lights saying, slow, slow, slow.
Traffic lights halt the rushing stream,
Of metal, pounding engine scream.

Traffic lights saying, go, go, go,
Traffic...

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In the evening madcap hour of rush, rush, rush,
All of glittering green nature is so still and hush,
And skies surrender deep blues, to various hues,
Flashy...

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It is the Indianapolis 500, I am in the lead of course.
My car has the power of more than a buggy and horse. 
Wait! Did...

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Little Jimmy was a eight-teen-year-old wild teenager
He had a souped-up Dodge Dart and ate day old bagels
At the dark in the park he would race...

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I like the silence
I am comfortable with me
In my mind there is nothing to fear, 
Only kingdoms to conquer. 

My mind may race in quiet...

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I am sleek and sexy
My lines are more than fine
I have a paint job that is simply sublime

I chase down the others
And maneuver in and...

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The weird racing car

The car was driving on the thin track,
Oh no, the car bumped into a leather sack.
The driver limped out of his car,
Only...

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GREEN
SLIVERED GRASS
RACES WITH A BLUR
WINDS DRYS N COOLS MY SKIN
THE HORSE I HIDE
CRIES IN DELIGHT
I RACE WITH DIGNITY.

Twilight sets...

AS A DAY DWINDLES AWAY 
I RIDE...

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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...

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Here I sit...
Behind steering wheel.
My back is numb
My head reels.
Cars pass me left and right
Ribbons of crimson taillights 
Leave traces behind my eye
Deep in my...

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Three seconds, we go three hundred miles.
Drag racing now, there are big smiles.
Get out of the way
I came to play
Hope I don’t end up in...

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