dragging_me_in
pushpins i gave a rush of capital letters
to my weak words
so they would climb to a greater intensity
and I could hear myself through these earplugs.
I scream and kick and throw knives
at shadows gliding along my walls
yet my conquest for this mad quiet
lingers with fading precision
and soon only footsteps
will ring inside insanity's walls.
I will slip and slide in the
tangles of my satin pajama pants
on another saturday evening.
i will plead and bargain with myself
before i go to sleep that night
but soon enough
if patience stays still,
--stops breathing so hard--
my dreams
will take flight.
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