Running Thoughts

Arguments with my faults and desires
Push my joggers to the last summit
While bugs, freckling the stagnant air,
Draw in through my nostrils
So I snort them out, one by ticklish one
Anonymous, irritating, distracting - pause. I am there.

The fulvous sunset freezes life's flotsam to a stop
I feigned flippancy in the shadowland but this
Is really what I came for - not the high,
Not the visceral tug of the racy runner.
The peace, closure at end of day, end of world, end of hill,
Rapture is a nonpareil in the edgy quid pro quo;
My last time: No alternate reality no twisted meritocracy no
Moist choice one after naught survive this view.

Vertigo only a few jumps away, and a 
Break in the perpetual wire of emote, emote.
This is my drug, dawn, enigma; because here I am
A threat, a reprobate Gila, or a migratory mind
And I would break my pencil over your hipbone 
If it felt good.

Leaving, the raptors of these thoughts circle above me
Foreshadowing that salacious misnomer "My life."