The funny thing is I hadn’t any home ever,
I have been running, I have always been running.
I am running when I am ejaculating eternity inside a woman,
I am running while sleeping,
while getting a cold shower,
I am running while vomiting every moonlit night.
I have been running perhaps since the day, I wanted to paint a forest but the page wasn’t enough to take it…
Only when I see some eyes… cinematic eyes… flickering eyes…
the time gets blurred.
My destination is a deserted place of no humans…no stalwarts.
Run…run…run,
run the hell out of here.
Painting by Jim Manning.
Great poem, great picture. We are all running. But its the Road to Nowhere. We should just sit and enjo
y right now. 🙂
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Right. Thank you. ☺️
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When I read this it reminds me of the verse from a song:
“I was born by the river, and just like that river I’ve been running ever since…..”
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Stop! Let the river run me dry.
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Beautiful work!
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Thank you.
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