Muaix

i've been up since six am 

and drinking since ten.

 the suns going down later 

than i expected. 

you were there laughing 

at your own shadow.

you said it looked like 

four and twenty blackbirds. 

the ground shook beneath us.

blades of grass,

 colorful scrap metal,

and the warped metallic 

echoes of steel strings over electricity. 

i felt like i couldn't breath 

from time to time 

but it wasn't a bad feeling. 

it wasn't like having the spins 

and feeling the o2 

just wasn't hitting my blood. 

it was like everything 

was temporarily in sync. 

my thoughts 

the colors 

your laughing 

rich music 

no words binding 

or seperating 

and my breathing was the one thing 

i was trying to control. 

it was the only thing 

that didn't seem to know it's place