a taste of slow

i was thinking that cliches still have a chance,

given the right moments, to need no other special characters,

no finesse.

i'll allow the words to read me as much as i can,

Tomorrow i'll clean that mess.

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easier to breathe now

OH! FINALLY! i'm finished with my sound design for The Train. I was feeling really bogged down by that over the past week. I'm sorry if i've been cranky and out of sorts towards anyone. it's time to dance and work off all of this nervous energy... right now!

i have to breathe tonite

over beans my other word for guilt is spread

out, that old childish love now breaths honest.

but today, this week, not so.

i stopped breathing again, holding for wednesday

and sunday nites. monday morning's

quite comfortable.

i grasp at passion i hold it
but one word got in
and i grasp too much

over eggs love is honest

in hugs in deep portions of living space

i crashed with the a-z of my friends

and a little more here than there,

stuck on the letters that hum.

i grasp at passion i gnaw
but one word again
is hollowing out my breaths
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