A POEM FOR ME...
has never been about beautiful words
never been about pleasing
appeasing people with my intellect
or grand strokes with this pen
a poem for me
has been about the blood and guts of my life
has been like watching for the first time
a video of and Al Qida operative
sawing off someone's head
shocking
life changing
and each poem changes me somehow
with that same errie skin crawling feeling
when the decapitated head is placed
eyes open
on the back of the victim
while men stomp around in the sacred fluid of life
and yell about how great their god is
a poem for me
is like that
is like that first time i gutted a deer
in a forest covered with ice
when i split open its steaming belly
reached my cold hand in
to touch the faintly beating heart
at first repulsed when it beat in my hand
but then i began a ceremony in its honor
holding it up in all four directions
thanking the mountain
river
sun
universe
for its gift unto me
a poem for me
is like that
like the warm blood
streaking down my arm that day
as i held that heart
and later buried it in the frost line
with each poem
i take this heart
hold it to the sun
along with the hearts of all who have died
a young death
wait for the warmth of words to bathe it
and defrost this ice chamber
wait for the words to show me
that hunters
assassins
murderers
cannot kill a heart
they may slay me
bury me
but with each poem
i awaken the dead
place it here
in the alter of my words
and give them my voice
to speak
my pen to write
a poem for me...

-Jason Yurcic


RACE CARS
i love race cars
and i guess i've always been a race car driver
racing towards the light
this body is my ride
sometimes i clean it
wipe it down
polish
change the oil
tune it up
give it the best gas money can buy
and i run full throttle
over my barriers
turn hard into the banked corners
of this crocked road of my life

i keep my foot down on the accelerator
work the brake with the other foot
and run
race to complete this person i am becoming
race against myself
and sometimes i let it go
splash it through the mud puddles of this life
let the tires run flat
the paint fade
let the darkness
overtake me

when i get tired at 4am
and i want to stop reading and writing
i push harder
try to shove my foot through the floor board
and go
go
go
go
go
race for the dream

i can't wait to become the man standing at the finish line
a winner
raising the checkered flag of my heart
up
waving it at a cheering crowd of my former selves
behind a fence
who take pictures to rememeber me a winner

i love race cars
i can't wait to love myself...

-Jason Yurcic

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