by Larry Strattner

The decreasing apex

came up too fast.

You left paint and blood smeared on the wall

spiced with steel and savory

super-high-traction tire compound

both which seem to have limits.


Folly lurks in surpassing one's self

while suffused with a sense of immortality.


Good news though,

if you have such obsessions

your end will be quick.

Better to be a smear on the wall

than an ugly bundle of made-up bones

in an ill-advised open casket.