The Poetry Marathon

Sunflowers, I am under an oak

Tree, I must

Pry at the rusty nails

Sticking, they are

Out of wood rotting

Away, I long from

This place with no

Pavement, I don’t know

I will drop my wineglass on

Clank! It feels dark

In the summer heat

Clank! There’s so much space

In this tiny tearoom

Clank! We are people

In this sea of uniform machines

Clank! Freedom can be

a violent desire

Clank! When we are trapped

Inside a blank screen

We have to free

Under a sheet of mist

Just like a bee

Our future self

There’s nowhere to flee

Learn to like honey

Where are we?

Where are we

going?

What are you

doing?

Are people real?

I need curiosity to control my life

Run run run

Feel strained feet

Breathe breathe breathe

Feel growing heat

Push push push

Sweat cold shiver

Drip drip drop

Wash away the dust