Red Rose Speedway, when the fist becomes a flower

30/09/2025 @ 11.26am

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Exhaustion creeps

between the sleeps

I fail another hour.

Down memory lane

I drive the train

and all the memories scour..

Perplexed by time

I draw a line

around the bitchin’ hour…

and grateful be

’cos one, two and three,

the fist becomes a flower.

   

   Rose red, I was close to death,

   by a hair’s breadth I was saved:

   My mama said, Go, take a breath

   On the Red Rose Speedway…….

My beating heart

wakes with the start

as I turn the ignition key…

Every day’s the same

in a waiting game

For the moment I am free…