i had a dream last night
and in it i ran
up and down
back and forth
between empty walls
and busy streets
dressed in slick black tones
i was running hard
like a flooded river
it was a race of sorts
a race against black and white cats
or maybe it was against
hollow humans
humans with cement hearts
and soft feet

it felt good to run
to be in the lead for once
what was i running for
i’m not sure
victory i suppose
whatever that means
in the end i won
but there was no one there
to congratulate me
except for an old man
with a circular smile
and sadly the prize for winning
is never as good as they promise