• A Jog


    This place where I reside,
    Is disgusting;
    Trees with eyes won't
    Look away,
    And those cracks in the pavement
    Sneer at me
    Smile sick smiles,
    I am done.

    I run
    Plastering my heart unto the sidewalk.
    I take an alleyway
    And I sew my soul into the neglected ground.
    I reach another street,
    I take another alley,
    And I twist through several more,
    And another,
    And another,
    Snaking my way through suburbs,
    Until those suburbs run out.

    There is only a road.
    I keep running.

    Side walk,
    No side walk,
    Pavement,
    Gravel,
    Dirt,
    Nothing.

    I find myself
    Alone,
    Nothing before me but an audience of
    Golden prairie,
    And an ocean of sapphire sky.
    I am the richest person alive.

    Silence instills.
    The vultures are no longer present.
    Nothing moves
    And my breaths become faint,
    Carving themselves into this world,
    And then fading away.
    I have weaved myself
    Into a magnificent place.

    I run and walk back;
    Slowly,
    Calmly,
    To once again
    Find my
    Heartbeat.