Keep Up




the mind

it wanders the streets of dynamite


Setting off fire works of construction


up to the conscious that consumes

phone screens of instant memorabilia.

We wait

for nothing

faster than the speed of light sound barriers are turtled in history

we move

faster than we can keep up with

the blur of wasted Saturday afternoons on the porch creates

a canvas of smeared green and sunset

to feel must be but a second or

self destruction commences in the form of self medication.

I write.

In the form of self medication, I write.