Tuesday 16 September 2014

High on words

My heart muscle is feeling sore -
Like your legs do after a marathon gain.

Though it has not been a long distance run yet,
More of a superset - 

A.
B.
C.
<< do it all over again >>

I'm so high right now I can hardly breathe -
A book worm overdosed by  words.
I can feel the syllables and the rhythm
Tearrrrring apart my cords.

Nobody taught me how to catch
Before pushing me into the rye.

I wish I could live with no will  for rematch.
I wish I could never die.