Racing game

I’ve been playing japs online into the wee hours;
they are insanely good.
Most of the time they lap me.
I love to see them go past,
power-drifting round the hair pin.
They are so highly skilled.

I make sure that I have a break
from playing every few hours:
standing outside,
looking at the jungle-style mural
on the back yard wall.

I think it’s character building
to be beaten again and again,
never seeing the remotest bit
of development in yourself.

The Japs talk amongst themselves
using the in-game chat facility.
They sometimes use English.
spouting crap all across the top of my screen:
TK12: Eat my shiiiiiiit!
Kaito: HahHahAhahaHA!!
JapBoy: How are you?

I’m getting to meet people
from all over the world.
The Koreans can also play.
I imagine their keyboard
as some vast wall of intricate symbols
– where you have to stretch
right up to the ceiling
just to press the key for: dust.