on the runs

~

on the runs ( snur eht no )

a statue sits in situ
a tasket & – atishoo

as cold as baltic shoulders
a ghoul upon a stool

a pigeon in a prism
as white as winter’s wizard

a ghosty – or a blizzard
& so the oceans flow

from mumbled drums of thunder
’til buckets buckle under

the brown of howling bowel stuff
& mountainsides of shite

i’m inking then of cricket
of bandit men with swag sacks

the speed of a scheming cheetahs
& laser pace of light

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