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. 020428 ... . . 050123 ... three words deep_anguish dragging_me_in i_never_dream 120207 what's it to you? who go blather from