I am playful,
but impatient
and facing
my impatience
is costly,
costing
time and
self-amusement
for general
****** damage.

A fun run
forgets the bits
that stick out.
So, I trip
over the rusted
metal crap that
is bent in
a worming fashion
trying to rise from
the blacktop,

things that were meant to
hold concrete
pieces in place
to face
and stop
cars from moving
too far in
to the building.

This protrusion sends
me tripping,
skin scraping
through thin pants,
bruising and bleeding
the knees I am needing
to keep on moving.

I'm up in an instant
limping like an old man
with stiff arthritic legs.