“Where are we going?” he asked,
because we never know
our own town
especially when exhausted.
“Let’s book it!” we cried
hup-hup across the road
one-two feet slapping pavement
it’s the same thing in a different time zone
it could be to the edge of the earth
or a backwards door
reckless and gasping
forwards is all that matters.

We ran, we followed, grateful,
unable to hear past the ringing in our ears
high on tinnitus and the illusion of flight.

Please enjoy a few photos from lately;