derailed delusions


the railroad tracks behind my
old house
remind me of the roads i


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

when i run
beside the railroad tracks
behind my new house

my fingers are happy now
i need some delusions