Nuts 

Sometimes

Bolts 

Maybe 

Screws or

Long nails.

Metric 

Or standard 

Eventually they will all rust and fail.  

American rides &

Forgein whips 

Sounding their mating call 

Rotary 

Not 

Piston,

“What you mean my man? 

Those zippy things have it all”

“Don’t you wana see me, as I Race to  understand? 

On how to treat a woman. 

Even though I cannot stand 

The thought of settling down with her 

Because I am afraid 

To give my all to her so one day  it can be betrayed?”

“Racing means more to me,

Than this curly BROAD in my sheets. 

It’LL THE BE  DEATH OF ME 

TILL MY TIME ATTACK IS COMPLETE”

the woman stands 

At the edge of the fence 

shaking in her bones 

From her own issues that can’t be vent. 

She aims her camera smack dab at him

Because he shines like an angel 

And glistens like wet mint. 

As he zoomed to the starting line 

In a singular shift thrust 

She awaited his start off 

His ROAR 

his 

RUMBLE. 

She loved the thought of his ideas, his brain his head, 

But she was tired because she hadn’t slept in her own bed. 

the man who she was told to leave at the worst of his times. 

She stayed because she questioned her own worth many times. 

His darkness 

His shadow 

His ego 

Oh MY. 

she dealt with it all, making the mistake of giving up her own pride. 

She cared about this man, 

Even when he acted tall. 

 

She took her camera 

Point and shoot 

Ready to go,

The only thing she had to give 

Were the memories, in case he were to fold. 

 

Because She knows she might not ever get to see him again ...

He’s done it before 

And she predicts he’ll do it again. 

Because of her attitude and immature plans. 

The boy sometimes left her without any hope or future plans. 

She hated herself for not being better, 

For him not her 

That was her unfortunate thought patten. 

 

 

The man waved the flag and a camero passed 

The man looked him in the eye, 

The light turned green 

And their he went off 

Into time. Into the future 

Into his own 

World 

 

And although I think of all those times we’ve had... 

I don’t quite remember if we shared the same love...

Back to back 

You see the girl never knew what love really was. 

 She thought it was a feeling 

Or a buzz 

A high of big kisses 

attention and respect 

And much much more 

And a spanking after getting wet. 

But the girl shrank as the boy left her on the floor. 

 

“We’re done”

“I can’t do this”

We aren’t TOGETHER ANYMORE 

Your problems are much to big, and your ALOT to deal with.”

Well jeez 

That hurts 

Especially when I’ve Been 

Devoting my pride 

To you to let you win. 

 

The love I had for you was beautiful and strange  

It reminded me of a fantasy 

Or like seeing a friend from the old days. 

but 

now it’s all dark  

You said 

“Let go” 

you still have my heart,

And this is my let go. 

 

although we could never be the perfect match, 

Just know 

If I was your anchor 

Then that means 

I kept you 

 

 

Afloat

goodbye