Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Speaking without breath

Pre-used gasps run through
The thinly lined corridors
and just one too many favors
Before i think of you

I can see for miles
and run for hours
Still numb from the flight
I swallow hard

Ill illusions of your words
Tear me down

With low fueled intentions
and four tons of pressure
my buttons stay sewn.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009