Racing

Pole to pole
out of control screeching
into and out of each turn
rubber burning
wheels gliding
clouds of dust and wiping your eyes

these crazy racers
bi-polar heads
bi-polar minds
bi-polar visions
bye polar regions
the desert beckons

it's well-furrowed tracks
never having to look back
only looking to get back
around, dried out ground
cracks so deep they can keep
the light from shining
but the foglamps
made for blinding
do their jobs expertly

Pole to pole
the only goal
to get around and then
to get back.