Sexy Pace

[Kynaston Levitt]

Pom-pom purple chiffon
Sauconys on
and her color-pop satin sports top.
Wham bam pounding foot slam
heat shimmer asphalt land
at the corner he arrives and stops.

Says Mr Pickup Man,
“Pardon me ma’am”
interpreted into a blare.
He uses his horn 
to cheer sidewalk porn
“Could I rape you with my stare?”

“That’s ok no thanks” 
Escapes with grace,
imagines rearranging his face,
feeds the pace,
with the pom-pom going to prom
purple Sauconys on.

This is brilliant. It's definitely the best poem I've read on here. One thing I would suggest, as the poem is about running, why not make the rhythm more strict and regular—like a running pace. I was thinking of that Dylan poem from Tarantula about a train, and when you read it aloud it actually sounds like a train going. I think you could do that with this and tighten it up to make it "sound" like running.