The Absence of Wavelength

The Speeds (Deny Gravity Hold)

Hyphenate and Separate

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, oft appreciated as envied,
Chilling at 25 when I did more than dream —
Actually could fly — what is this flesh made of?

She stared into deep blue pools,
Idle-adored, anchored to my chest.
I was not mechanical in return.
        Green-eyes’ blonde drape hovered
        A safe haven, returning
        Mouth’s tender appliance.
Eyes no longer receiving…

But dreaming images, speeds so slow,
I did not view cemetery stones.
        The only thing you know at 18
        Is what the fit and beautiful 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 know from what’s been seen.

So to the earth we all go,
Mock even the tombstones,
At 21, 25, 30 — games not loved better
Than now, schooling those 30, 25, 21.
       
How dumb to believe you can get the better of me.

When I dreamed, accomplished all
With her love at 18, we didn’t drown
On her bed, as her faith became my belief.

I rose when taunted, clashed with titans,
Each mocking symbol in my life.
Every virtue possessed — spared —
Not for them to own, but for her,
for us, and all dreamers who trust.

Wheels will meet the road again today —
            But for me. I never touch the ground.


6.8.25
40 lines, in my free verse


Listening to “Stranglehold”

I’ve got this handle like no other grip was held.
Do I have to prove I’m that Thor anymore?
Rhetorical.

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