It seems okay, now, doesn't it? it seems like the sky has given us all a chance to remember that breathing is a subtle swollen thing worth trying every morning. every night. every afternoon shaking head, twisting organs blurred and envisioning nothing so much as soft skin and cigarettes wistfully breaking the ice into a cocktail shaker.
Margaritas, mamacita. the sunshine's stuttering. the dogs are in the surf and we're better off just watching the scene. letting the whole thing play, just for a moment (you know me. know there are only so many nothings i can let pass before the crazy comes in and i'm up and the shirtless, shouting fuck and running along the ocean races) before we kiss.
Again and again and again.
The hard perks of half dreaming.
Shed de Lantern.mp3
7.28.2007
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