Run

The Run

The trouble was near
And I could hear
Songs and shouts like
An old leaked mike
The dance of the dead
A wobbly white head
Smiling bones hanging high
Not at all shy
Revels without a reason
‘It is our season’
They looked at me
The key lost me
I turned to run
Spot running isn’t fun
Funny dream I left
Lights on, I slept