every breath;
keeps seeking possibilities
they will come to pass
tuning forks predict the weather as clouds drive
running speakers laying crooked
matted suspicions dont help either

but deciding to come to either
pain or hope, i slightly draw a breath
with my back pained crooked
i seek no possibilities
sleeping pressed wrinkles hum like a hard drive
this will come to pass.

as i have come to pass
slight and resting ether, either
with a strange angled body to drive
or such as needing breath
the presented possibilities
grow crooked

and being so wretched, they have crooked
me and my wanting, mountain pass
dormant desert possibilities
take me, take me with either
just give me a clean breath
and a slick street ride/drive

locked in a rhythm attack drive
will someone click their fingers and bring me back crooked?
don't let your heart beat, don't sleep breath
too late to pass
take either
of any possibilities?

and then next to last you let fall the possibilities
of feeling fine, just complex drive
not happy, not dissonant, either
straight or crooked
will make this pass
me in pained laborous (but finally culminated) breaths

i breath out possibilities
as you pass cars that don't know how to drive
the crooked lines blur, not part of my vision either

12/12/2006

Posted on 12/12/2006
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