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Midnight Club, part 1
Highway cruise. I’m out tonight.
Looking for a proverbial fight.
Ran an errand beforehand to the pharmacy.
In my passenger seat sits a new pregnancy test.
For my beloved.
I’ll see her tomorrow. (She brings me joy)
Down the highway I drone.
In search of a wanderer who might take me on.
Dark lonely road, with my modified German engineering machine.
Gives me wings.
Not another in sight.
The only crowd is the darkness of the night.
As the occasional highway road sign
Bids me good evening.
Musical libation of NEUE DEUTSCH HÄRTE genre.
German metal masterpiece.
No beautiful cheerleader girlfriend on my arm tonight.
I would never.
She’s safe at home.
She roams freely in my mind.
The pride of my heart.
Friends since childhood.
Into high school.
Until we became more. Much more.
Me her first, and she mine.
Consummated.
Nobody knows but us.
I’ll get her a ring soon.
Very soon, I know her size.
I’m committed to my boo.
She’s late, she missed her feminine flow this month.
Is she carrying our child?
My concern, but I glory at the thought of them.
We’ll know tomorrow.
Keep her home tonight.
My beautiful girl, might be making new life.
Tonight.
My darling.
Keep the innocents safe.
If I die, I knew the cost. Acceptable. (Dude, that’s kinda senseless, just hang it up)
Take no others with me to the grave. Keep them safe.
The price is fair.
Up from behind he flashes his lights.
Hazards on, he pulls along side.
All-motor punks running nitrous oxide.
Electric blue paint resonates in the light.
Besting 9,000 RPMs in that sweet ride.
No problem at all, I’ve got work done.
Big turbo boost when the surge comes on.
The music goes mute, gotta hear the car speak.
A 50 MPH start is fine with me,
Drop a gear, steady 3000 RPMs, just right.
Boosted inline-6, telling me “at your service, sir.”
Time to put up or shut up.
Let’s do this.
3 honks flags the race.
Smash the gas, Engine howls to life!
Feather that throttle, it’s too much floored,
Spikin’ nearly 20 PSI!
As my wide tires fight for grip over the gross display of horsepower.
Grabs down tight, but he got the jump on me.
And I make quick work to pull on up.
Contentious grip.
He’s redlining every gear.
Hitting that squeeze for all it’s worth.
As I surge the boost, it sounds like a jet!
Engine proudly singing it’s full song.
Oh the symphony!!
And pull away, he’s now getting gapped.
No doubt he’s fast, but I have the turbocharged advantage.
2 car links, 4 car links, 6, I can’t let this up.
Slammin’ gears like wrestlers on Saturday night.
God, we’re stupid, right?
Fatuous bravado, defined.
If we’re gonna swing dicks, let’s swing dicks!
130 MPH comes quick, he’s trailing in my rearview.
I could call it done now. But why bow out?
We’re topping out tonight, leave no doubt.
As I’m pulling away.
The engine fully engaged, yes, do my bidding.
As the maximum approaches quick, still way ahead.
I reach the end, speedo buried.
Engine topped out, yowling it’s highest note.
Top speed achievement unlocked again.
It will not go any faster.
Time to celebrate a decisive victory.
The air slows me down, throttle at idle, engine braking applied.
Don’t touch the service brakes yet.
Everything’s under control, the high yet lingers.
Satisfied.
As we bring it back down, opinions settled.
Facts remain.
He pulls along side, brotherly nod, I give him thumbs up.
A thumbs up salute returned as away he goes, thanks for the ride.
Be safe.
No spoils for the victor.
No trophies, no medals. No cheering girls.
Just the accomplished sense of victory
As I eke my way up the victor’s ladder.
My music back on.
The Germans sing to me.
Wir sind die Kinder
Wir sind die Kinder der Nacht.
Anybody else? No one’s next?
And the thought springs up in the back of my mind,
Maybe I should hang this shit up?
Quit while I’m ahead.
That’s enough for tonight.
I’m going home to call her.
Looking for a proverbial fight.
Ran an errand beforehand to the pharmacy.
In my passenger seat sits a new pregnancy test.
For my beloved.
I’ll see her tomorrow. (She brings me joy)
Down the highway I drone.
In search of a wanderer who might take me on.
Dark lonely road, with my modified German engineering machine.
Gives me wings.
Not another in sight.
The only crowd is the darkness of the night.
As the occasional highway road sign
Bids me good evening.
Musical libation of NEUE DEUTSCH HÄRTE genre.
German metal masterpiece.
No beautiful cheerleader girlfriend on my arm tonight.
I would never.
She’s safe at home.
She roams freely in my mind.
The pride of my heart.
Friends since childhood.
Into high school.
Until we became more. Much more.
Me her first, and she mine.
Consummated.
Nobody knows but us.
I’ll get her a ring soon.
Very soon, I know her size.
I’m committed to my boo.
She’s late, she missed her feminine flow this month.
Is she carrying our child?
My concern, but I glory at the thought of them.
We’ll know tomorrow.
Keep her home tonight.
My beautiful girl, might be making new life.
Tonight.
My darling.
Keep the innocents safe.
If I die, I knew the cost. Acceptable. (Dude, that’s kinda senseless, just hang it up)
Take no others with me to the grave. Keep them safe.
The price is fair.
Up from behind he flashes his lights.
Hazards on, he pulls along side.
All-motor punks running nitrous oxide.
Electric blue paint resonates in the light.
Besting 9,000 RPMs in that sweet ride.
No problem at all, I’ve got work done.
Big turbo boost when the surge comes on.
The music goes mute, gotta hear the car speak.
A 50 MPH start is fine with me,
Drop a gear, steady 3000 RPMs, just right.
Boosted inline-6, telling me “at your service, sir.”
Time to put up or shut up.
Let’s do this.
3 honks flags the race.
Smash the gas, Engine howls to life!
Feather that throttle, it’s too much floored,
Spikin’ nearly 20 PSI!
As my wide tires fight for grip over the gross display of horsepower.
Grabs down tight, but he got the jump on me.
And I make quick work to pull on up.
Contentious grip.
He’s redlining every gear.
Hitting that squeeze for all it’s worth.
As I surge the boost, it sounds like a jet!
Engine proudly singing it’s full song.
Oh the symphony!!
And pull away, he’s now getting gapped.
No doubt he’s fast, but I have the turbocharged advantage.
2 car links, 4 car links, 6, I can’t let this up.
Slammin’ gears like wrestlers on Saturday night.
God, we’re stupid, right?
Fatuous bravado, defined.
If we’re gonna swing dicks, let’s swing dicks!
130 MPH comes quick, he’s trailing in my rearview.
I could call it done now. But why bow out?
We’re topping out tonight, leave no doubt.
As I’m pulling away.
The engine fully engaged, yes, do my bidding.
As the maximum approaches quick, still way ahead.
I reach the end, speedo buried.
Engine topped out, yowling it’s highest note.
Top speed achievement unlocked again.
It will not go any faster.
Time to celebrate a decisive victory.
The air slows me down, throttle at idle, engine braking applied.
Don’t touch the service brakes yet.
Everything’s under control, the high yet lingers.
Satisfied.
As we bring it back down, opinions settled.
Facts remain.
He pulls along side, brotherly nod, I give him thumbs up.
A thumbs up salute returned as away he goes, thanks for the ride.
Be safe.
No spoils for the victor.
No trophies, no medals. No cheering girls.
Just the accomplished sense of victory
As I eke my way up the victor’s ladder.
My music back on.
The Germans sing to me.
Wir sind die Kinder
Wir sind die Kinder der Nacht.
Anybody else? No one’s next?
And the thought springs up in the back of my mind,
Maybe I should hang this shit up?
Quit while I’m ahead.
That’s enough for tonight.
I’m going home to call her.
Published 19th Jun 2024
Author's Note
FIRST POEM!! This is not entirely an auto-biography, but does pull from my racing days. The song lyrics listed are from an actual song by a band called Eisbrecher (Icebreaker), if you want to give it a listen.
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19th Jun 2024 8:00pm
Hi, I like the fact you started out telling us about what happened before the race. Where your head was and still you focused enough to get through and win it.
I guess it would be hard to give up something you love for someone you love more. The little part in there where it is another language gave it a pop.
Like it. Fia xoxo
I guess it would be hard to give up something you love for someone you love more. The little part in there where it is another language gave it a pop.
Like it. Fia xoxo
19th Jun 2024 8:05pm
Thank you so much. In some of my poems or works, I will put in a song somewhere in the piece, and it reflects what I was listening to at the time I was writing it.
I'm glad you picked up on the struggle. I wanted to highlight that. Mission accomplished.
Thank you again, Fia.
I'm glad you picked up on the struggle. I wanted to highlight that. Mission accomplished.
Thank you again, Fia.
21st Jun 2024 2:57am
Oh, my ! You certainly know how to create the moment. Such vivid images, indeed. I felt like I was there with you. ' No cheering girls.' Well, at least there's one. :)
( I can say I was there cheering you on ) Because the scene you paint feels so real.
The ending touched my heart.
( I can say I was there cheering you on ) Because the scene you paint feels so real.
The ending touched my heart.
21st Jun 2024 2:59am
Thank you so much. That really, really means a lot to me. Thank you for inspiring me.
21st Jun 2024 4:34am
So, are you German? I love how you intercalate the German language into your piece, and of course 'German Engineering' is a catch phrase in America for quality vehicles. There's a lot to like about this piece. It's an 'epic' poem in that it tells a story. Writers will write what is familiar, so I would have guessed you raced... your meticulous knowledge of torque and power is authenticating.
It's curious, the imagery you draw up racing down the road with a pregnancy test in the passenger seat. Imagine the picture of that if you crash and the police happen upon you crumpled behind the wheel with that pharmacy bag in the floorboard... All for the sake of risk. The rush of speed and victory. In a sense, this is an affair, isn't it? Girlfriend at home would be horrified. This is your lady of the night - racing. Perhaps you should draw the analogy more tightly, provide sexual innuendos of orgasmic delight as your machine 'blows' away your opponent. Time to call an end to this infidelity and dedicate yourself to a softer intimacy. Somehow, though, it feels like the night and the road will keep calling you back.
A mind throttling piece, Midnight.
Very Good!
It's curious, the imagery you draw up racing down the road with a pregnancy test in the passenger seat. Imagine the picture of that if you crash and the police happen upon you crumpled behind the wheel with that pharmacy bag in the floorboard... All for the sake of risk. The rush of speed and victory. In a sense, this is an affair, isn't it? Girlfriend at home would be horrified. This is your lady of the night - racing. Perhaps you should draw the analogy more tightly, provide sexual innuendos of orgasmic delight as your machine 'blows' away your opponent. Time to call an end to this infidelity and dedicate yourself to a softer intimacy. Somehow, though, it feels like the night and the road will keep calling you back.
A mind throttling piece, Midnight.
Very Good!
21st Jun 2024 3:06pm
Most of my family emigrated from Germany and surrounding lands between 1800 and 1860, so my bloodlines are, but I am firmly in the USA. I love German, but do not speak it very well and rely on translation tools. One of my favorite bands is a German metal band called Eisbrecher (Icebreaker). Thank you for noticing the "German engineering" part, it was (along with the inline 6 mention) to give a hint of what he was driving, a BMW M3.
Thank you so much for your warm compliments. I did race a lot way back years ago, but with responsibilities and a changing culture I bowed out. It is an addictive culture, especially when you're younger. It entices, from the fast cars to the girls to the fraternity of racers, it really can be hard to quit.
You are spot on about the affair; speed is the mistress, and the relationship dangerous; It could cost him everything, and break her heart as well. With the new possibility of life, and the advancement of his relationship with her, he's beginning to question what matters most. Is it really worth it?
Maybe just one last race. Street credit matters, right?
She might put her foot down, though.
I like the sexual innuendo suggestion. It's something I've begun experimenting with A LOT more in my other writings. It's intimate in the most intimate way, beautiful feelings, climactic delight in victory and conquest. It satisfies, with fulfilment like no other. I try to put it into words, but find it difficult to harness the full emotion of what I want to convey. I'll get there, though.
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much for your warm compliments. I did race a lot way back years ago, but with responsibilities and a changing culture I bowed out. It is an addictive culture, especially when you're younger. It entices, from the fast cars to the girls to the fraternity of racers, it really can be hard to quit.
You are spot on about the affair; speed is the mistress, and the relationship dangerous; It could cost him everything, and break her heart as well. With the new possibility of life, and the advancement of his relationship with her, he's beginning to question what matters most. Is it really worth it?
Maybe just one last race. Street credit matters, right?
She might put her foot down, though.
I like the sexual innuendo suggestion. It's something I've begun experimenting with A LOT more in my other writings. It's intimate in the most intimate way, beautiful feelings, climactic delight in victory and conquest. It satisfies, with fulfilment like no other. I try to put it into words, but find it difficult to harness the full emotion of what I want to convey. I'll get there, though.
Thank you so much.
22nd Jun 2024 7:08am
Really enjoyed the topic. Is this a poem about the game, Midnight Club? I played it a few times
22nd Jun 2024 7:27pm
Ooh, good question. The term loosely refers to street racing culture, but the game really popularized the term, so yup, though I didn't really have the game in mind when I wrote this.
I played more Need for Speed, when I played, which wasn't a whole lot.
Interesting that you played? Did, or do, you game much?
Thank you for reading, I appreciate it.
I played more Need for Speed, when I played, which wasn't a whole lot.
Interesting that you played? Did, or do, you game much?
Thank you for reading, I appreciate it.
