the distance runner
pockmarked by moral delemias
and riddled with horrible christmas thoughts
gasps for clean air by the dust laden causeway
a sewer pipe lets loose nearby
and in the summer night air
the soft sound of its water
eats at the mind
with its worm infested intents
he gathers such little strength and lurches forward
at uneven gait
his eyes wide in seeking
fortunes of night like the safe
beauty of streetlight
but only the graffiti laden concrete of the rivers road
greet his every wary footfall
the unutterable language of its scrawled messages
baffle his mind
something deep inside his ***** speaks to of
loose girls chewing bubble gum
and talking in mystical rhymes
seeking their own absolution in the comfort of
someone's arms
after a immeasurable distance he slows to a crawl
and falls to his beaten knees
he must pause this headlong flight
must face the  delemia of surrendering
give up to win
his rubber mouth repeals only the
best of his words
their soft blow to the iron grip of madness
is little more than whetting the whistler's  thirst for strife
so he tries to hold back his tongues footloose gambit
but failing he simply watches his words tumble misspent
to the dusty ground