20 May 2010

Sprint


I am no longer myself.
Training my flesh to ignore
And deceive the ghost.
Making others believe in my abilities.
Ability.

A silent chuckle,
While no one listens.
A quick sprint while no one watches.

I am a wonder of nature and evolution,
Wrapped in a sweet white frosting.
And still I’m no further from bankruptcy
Or closer to any of the gods.



May 2010