
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

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.

Broken shards of glass
sun rises, catching the cracks—
short, sharp morning waves.