Call Me a Runner

They say that it’s an addiction,

An impartial accusation,

Blame best left with the man in the moon


But Hell hath no flame

Hotter than lust


Steam rising up

Breath heaving out


Hair thrown up

Bedhead at best


Insane redesigned

Sleep deprived

Cocktail of blood


Though not what you’ d think

Simple transportation

For Mind, for Soul


Caffeine accelerated self-medication

Vessels tied

Knots of love


Wind in hair

Morning air on teeth

Running shoe cloaked feet

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