WINGATE PARK IS COLD AT NIGHT

I RAN THERE

NO SPECTATORS BUT THE

LONELY STREETLIGHTS

THE SOUNDS MY SNEAKERS MAKE

AS THEY ECHO IN EMPTY BASKETBALL COURTS

I RUN THERE

I RUN PAST THERE

I TRAMPLE THERE UNTIL THERE IS NO THERE

IT IS ONLY ME

CIRCLING GREEN SPOTTED BROWN GARBAGE GRASS

& BUILDINGS

CURIOUS AS THEY ARE LEAN AWAY

I BREATHE INVISIBLE LIQUID ETHER

THAT’S SOAKING IN MY LUNGS

& WILL PROBABLY EXPLODE ANY MINUTE

I KEEP RUNNING

WISHING TO VOMIT EVERY

AMBITION I HAVE OF WINNING

BUT WHO AM I KIDDING

EVEN IF I DID

I’D KEEP RUNNING

TO BEAT MY MOCKING SHADOW

THAT’S ALWAYS AHEAD OF ME

AHEAD OF ME ARE WIRED FENCES

POLICE HEADLIGHTS ON MY HEELS

I RUN

THE INSIDE OF MY ANKLES THROB

THE PAIN IS KNOCKIN IN MY BRAIN

LIKE THE BASS BLASTIN OFF THAT CAR DOWN THE BLOCK

MY FRAME IF SILHOUETTED ONTO THE RED TRACK

I CANT STOP & I CANT GO BACK

I RUN

FOR THE SHADOW AT MY SIDE THAT’S LOSING

I RUN

FOR THE POLICE HEADLIGHTS THAT WON’T CATCH ME

I RUN

UNTIL THE BRUTELY CRACKED PAINT ON THE CONCRETE WALLS

FADES AWAY

THE SOUND OF DADDY CHASTISING 3 YRS OLDS

DISSIPATES

ROACHES IN THE KITCHEN

DISINTEGRATE

OR UNTIL MY LEGS BREAK

MY SHOULDERS ACHE

I SEE STARS

& CAN ONLY COUNT 15

BUT I KEEP RUNNIN

& RUNNING

& RUNNIN