Olympian

Gatlin Gold 100m Athens 

Another tick tip-toes by
Sweet little creature of time
Hang in the breath of the waiting line

Another crack thunders out
Strong brittle splinter of hope
Shoot at the smile of the waving rope

Another roar surges up
Hot fickle flicker of fame
Burn in the heart of the pulsing flame

Kiss Of The Fix

Under the kiss of the fix
Over the top of the drop
Beneath the life of the knife
Inside the heat of the sweet

Beyond the jump of the pump
Before the twitch of the switch
Between the shake and the brake
Below the feel of the real

The memory melts the brain away
The image scorches the eyes
There is no now
There is no then
There is no way to begin again

Across the tear of the fair
Around the flight of the night
Against the turn of the burn
Above the nil of the kill

Between the shake and the brake
Below the feel of the real
Over the top of the drop
Under the kiss of the fix

The memory melts the brain away
The image scorches the eyes
There is no now
There is no then
There is no way to begin again
No way to begin again