Para mutual relay race
Often ends on twisted ankles
Mississippi River finish
Photo op, fine way to end this –
Sore loser, I am, always
Have been, since about the age of ten
~
Used a donkey running partner –
Used a tactic seen by many
Of sprinting naked
To help you chase me
Kept a journal, miles upon miles
Then my donkey, I had to bury.
~
Unilateral biopsy
Of my heart shows a scarcity of
Patience, a penchant for hard love & existence
Of six,
Rather than four valves –
Pushing away the men – running them off
Like a marathoning Kenyan.
~
I run into tape again again
Appearing first, but sensing last
My place for a medal on the podium
Dashed.
As skill for
Running into walls head first
Bypass my expectations
And hope, hissing like cats; the
Dogged falling down again
On normal oil asphalt: my final
black tar bed.
~
This
Former sinecure apprentice: now,
Just a flat-faced,
Loser guard.
