If I’m going to be an also ran
then I wannabe ballistic
running with a veritable cornucopia
as my Olympic torch
my abundance emblem
clutched high in hand
running across tracks and plains
of competitive games
running with vocal vibrating folds
igniting the sport of rhythm passage
event to event.
I wannabe phrasing different translations
the liberty and union of concept
shifting versions and patterns
designing flow according to sound
hidden meanings, whisperings
reporting orally as I run on
about my philosophy of composition
and how it relates to my runner’s push
all the way through the middle distance
of sessions of controversy
using the style of admirable speeches.
Words lost, strayed, or stolen
can run along also
motioning their torched projectiles
in a sentence never ending.
I wannabe ballistic!