The Absence of Wavelength

The Speeds Deny Simple Gravity

When 65 comes
Speeds will not be exceeded
Drove in zones 45
Wheels tight spun
Moved and merged with ease
Maintained a good machine
Thankful for DNA
Oftappreciated when not envied
Chilling at 25
When I not only dreamed
But could actually fly —
        What is this flesh made of?

She stared into deep blue pools
Anchored on my chest, idle-adoring
I was not mechanical in return
Green-eyed, blonde drape hovered
Was my safe haven, returning
Mouth’s moisture tenderly
With eyes no longer receiving
But dreaming images, speeds so slow
I did not view cemetery stones
        The only think you know at 18
Is the fit and beautiful can envision
        Life, beauty and hope eternal

The only thing learned — I improve at everything

The hardwood and sneaker’s complaint
Under a thousand pound force great
I did accelerate, rose, hammered sky —
Believing eyes, none greater than mine.

So to the earth we all go
We mock even the tombstones
At 21, 25, 30 games not loved better
Than now, schooling 30, 25, 21
        How dumb to believe better than me

When I dreamed, accomplished all —
Because love at 18 didn’t drown
On her bed, while her faith was my belief
That I would rise up, clash with titans,
Destroy ever symbol mocking my life.
Every virtue I could possess I save —
Not for them to possess, but for her,
for us, and all dreamers who trust.

My wheels meet the road again today.
            But me, I never touch the ground.


6.8.25
44 lines, in my free verse
Now, get the fuck out of my face.


Listening to “Stranglehold”
Thanks Noog for the encouragement

I’ve got this handle like no other grip was held.
Do I have to prove I’m that Thor anymore?
Rhetorical.
Feel unsafe? You have questions, unaddressed.

I was recruited (loosely) by Tom Izzo, but proved to lack emotional intelligence in the 80s.
I don’t disagree. But, I am greater than the me that lives.