Watching the Game
"don't bother me now!"
--I bite like the sweetest bark--
steadying a vision
always grows into cruelty,
where visions crash crismon
False-start
putting feet to ground
I feel the rush of the run
thighs piston in time
chugging forward, forward
a dream of quickness clunking
Happy toes
feet, our quiestest
selves. made to bend with the mind
now suddenly propped up
bare, cheerful, shedding their ache,
rubbing in pairs, happily
Relax
gen'rally, I need
more time...or maybe less of
it to adjust to
the quiet that requires
I cease searching, for more time.
Psico
12 years ago