I saw myself last night running down the dimmed sunset boulevard strip
under the last streaming light of the twilight
chased by no one and chasing nobody
I was running, like a wild man
on an one-way trip
from home
or whom?
something was choked in my throat
and it tasted so extremely like a French Sourdough
went sour
I felt nausea, I felt sick
and I kept running, toward the setting sunlight
like a lost dog gone wild
wondering where I am headed and
where my future is leading me
when I run out of the land's end
and submerge into the huge orange horizon
which was barely floating above
the sun-setting ocean
~END~
