Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Race or chase

Running running running running running feet don’t graze the ground to breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe breath doesn’t grace the throat to beat beat beat beat beat blood barely hits the heart doesn’t drip drip drip drip drip sweat slips down the brow over gaze gaze gaze gaze gaze the horizon isn’t any closer to taste taste taste taste taste the metal sandpaper of thirst so rush rush rush rush rush adrenals squeeze free energy and crack crack crack crack crack bones rube bones and moan a wonder wonder wonder wonder wonder why are you still alive? Because you do.

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