A runner’s digest

Swallows swarm and swerve

the air like summer flies

1

the Night Heron prefers to stroll

and shoplift in daylight

we at times exchange gossip

now he knows more than apt.

2

What if I tumble down the muddy slope?

Dumb, and rumple

eventually must crumble.

The grey metallic streams

placate beats drum to pacific sea

‘cause the insatiable decay stinks very below

much like how death and torture

take place in another world.

3

Run

until my knees shattered

thighbones bleached and hallowed.

I run

The pavement mummified

Fade to light.

4

Somehow I expect a stone to roll

but moss climbs my legs rooted,

the grounds tilt downward

heavens creep

behind moisture.

The cockroach crawling unending one third.

Nay, it’s nigh

the end is forward.

5

I keep running

Leaping outward.

May the leaves yellow and brown

the smell of goats and cows

immortal excrement as old as books.

I will keep running

Until my body victorious,

decomposing particles fluorescent

float

and fall along into the dust.

6

Where do you register one pair of runner’s sneakers

without a runner?

They are left behind steadily forward aiming the sea

Yay the tides breathe in my stead

Where do you sleep on the 19th?

I went running this noon along the shore

        The bastard and cheat on my pages were you.