the railroad tracks behind my
old house
remind me of the roads i
used
to
want to take
and how i left many of them behind
to write and to run
writing brings my fingers joy
and running brings me delusions
filled with grandeur
i don’t write too good
my england nor so too powerful
but i’m probably the best runner in the whole wide
world
when i run
beside the railroad tracks
behind my new house
my fingers are happy now
i need some delusions