indy 500 2k6, (a)

test

i wanted to write there
on the scene, on the spot,
but i didn't. well, i tried
in the car while waiting for
the opening of the gates (tunnels)
entering the complex, but it didn't
come out right.

now, though, listening to the sounds
i caught on the audio recorder, i'm
taken back (as i was earlier...)
how to describe it? and i am
a poet? hardly maybe. more
the dreamer. loud from
all around, going
round and round
and on top of
that - heli
-copters
hovering
round and
round, round
and round.

then the sound
(of the cars)
stops. i can't
see the track,
but i'm enjoying
the race as best
i can, in the
shade, on a
golf course
stuck in
the middle
of the race
track - sur-
rounded (liter
-ally) by hundreds
of thousands of people
all wanting different things
and thinking different things
and there for different reasons;
and, therefore, different reasons
continue to zoom around and around
in my mind still so many hours later.

when it was finally over
(and i woke up for the
last time) i heard
the applause and
rushed back,
knowing
i'd dis-
appoint
the people
who'd taken
me by not being
there for the final
10 laps. they were all
pretty trashed anyway, tho,
and maybe i let go with a word
of warning about that too (in a
friendly kind of way) ... two cars
i rooted for - danica and #12, some
japanese guy, i think. no one else
really knew him either (i have
audio of someone saying he
didn't have a chance of
winning. i just smiled,
though, and thought of
the race beyond the race,
the place beyond the space,
the etc. beyond the etc.