Wednesday, February 28

Another draft of this Prefontaine poem

I'm doing more editing of this poem. It's always tough when you can't read a poem because it just doesn't feel right.


A poem for Red Smith

The great sportswriter Red Smith once said, “Writing is easy. You just open a vein and bleed.”
This is a poem for Red.

“Somebody may beat me, but they’re going to have to bleed to do it.”
Pre said that.
Pre said that.
Steve Prefontaine said that.
Skinny kid from Coos Bay, Oregon.
I used to get winded just saying his name.
Steve Prefontaine.
Runs like a maniac.
Runs like a work of art.
Runs like the will of God
If God would will a man
To leave all doubt of victory behind.
Somebody may beat me, but they’re going to have to bleed to do it.
Somebody may beat me, but they’re going to have to bleed to do it.
Damn it.
I want to be that somebody.
I want to bleed.
Do you want my blood?
Do you want my blood Steve?
I will give my blood for this.
I will suffer for my art.
Every night, I dream about racing.
I tell you what I think about
when I’m training.
Nothing.
Nothingness.
Emptiness.
Heart beating fast,
Spitting up blood on the track
Until I’ve got nothing left to spit
And then I dig deeper.
Because I know
The sun is going to shine
It always shines for Steve.
Parts the clouds at Heyward Field
Steve’s amazing.
Steve’s special.
And I?
I’m just a nobody
With a dream, a drive
And an imagination.
But listen.
I want to give him the race of his life,
the race of his afterlife even.
Because I realize it's not really
even about Steve and I
It's about about I and I
and I can't sacrifice the gift,
I can't give less than my best
And I'm not going to go easy.
I’m going to run until I can’t walk.
I’m going to run until I can’t stand.
I’m going to run until I can’t stand myself.
I can’t stop when the sun goes down.
I can’t stop when I’m tired.
I can’t stop if I can find a way to keep going.
I can’t stop.
I can’t stop.
I can’t stop.
I can’t stop.
I can’t stop.
Because nothing good ever comes easy.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

kinda cheesy, i like Pre but the poem was a little dumb.

April 30, 2007 3:30 PM  

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home