I know you buried your bone
because there’s dirt on your nose;
and in your eyes the world is mostly
houses trapped by roads.

Look there goes a runner –
chasing her is funner than listening to you!

A walk is a living poem,
there’s no place like home.
Water is a place you can lick the sky
and sometimes i find myself there;

and if i could fly i would always take the long way –
straight lines are senseless in the air.


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