I’m breathless, Gasping, Suffocating, Winded. The air’s been struck out of me So I’m panting, Like the asthmatic that I’m not. I’m just thirsty for oxygen.
To be read fast Red room Hazy gloom Latino tune Near full moon Silver straps Rhythmic claps Quick-footed traps “A dance perhaps?” Too late to leave Don’t think –believe
There’s something strange about this place, Between breathy dark and early dawn, A silence noisy with the whirring of restless minds. Night time never fully black In a city with insomnia.