Running.

What a stupid thing to do.

Why run.

We can walk. We can talk.

I am talking through writing right now.

Running my mouth.

It’s a stunning type of running

Like YOU running thru my mind,

And by you, I meant her.

Running shit up in this bitch!

Though I’m poor as poor peoples pornos

Poor nose.

Pour knodes for all the folks here.

I am running on coffee and coke.

The type that you drink

not the type that you smoke.

 

Running.

Like John Depp

on 21 jump street.

Running. Marathons.

Paraphrase a paradox.

Running-in,

Do a beer-run,

Run-outs at Circle K’s

With 18 packs.

My aching hands

Aching feet . . .

Aching

Breaking

from all this

Running.