drifting runner

 the yellow iron of the sky
 is smoothing the linen of my steamy brain
 my heart gives me a ticket
 to a dark room--there is a light beer
 in a frosted glass.
 i wake up fearful
 with both feet on the ground
 i run again
 thus i run ten thousand miles away
 on the white linen spread forward by that steamy brain
 toward my friend
  ("i have to see'im before i die...")...

 wake up! u'r still running
 under the magnificent centerpiece
 of the Florida sky

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 down South
 in the oven of Summer
 where heat rises
           and leaves the mustache of the clock
 trailing near the top
 i run
 in a thick t-shirt made of coffee sweat
 darkly invading shorts

 my lungs hurt dry
 my mouth's a desert




wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
       1983/1988