Natural High

complacent with a lacent flow
funk-infused beats and a runner's cool
which lane this lane that lane
dopamine static
lights flaring rapid
night turning placid
clever lines into breaks
so much to say so much at stake
natural high off the pace
the drums, the rift
here comes the bass
cut swerve dash
smooth groove jazz
tenderloins gravure joints
a quick left turn at this point
thoughts in a gutter
lips start to stutter
chasing the beat with each breath
i gasp i fade
i take my last step