
I’ll run far enough
till mountains become molehills
life is all problems

I’ll run far enough
till mountains become molehills
life is all problems

We fail constantly
seeing blurred crumpled edges
forgetting green grass

Blurry on the edge
waking on Wednesday mornings
classic hangover

A concrete jungle
humanity’s Frankenstein
occasional tree

Giant-limbed monsters
early mornings in the park
terrified of trees.