Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Little Breaths

I breathe words
I scribble on receipts.
When I’m standing in a grocery line
Listening how the old man wheezes
Listening how they talk
“Oh now ain’t that fine.”
“bust me some ass, so help me Jesus.
"Look how the way she walk"

I breathe words
When I’m walking down the street
Beating my drum I come
And write them on my feet

I breathe words
When I feel the bite of love
With words we lock the door with words until I come
I breathe words when you think I’m listening to you
I scribble on the sheets.

I breathe words in the Laundromat
Scribbling between rinsing and the dryer
Page to page and bone to fire.

read write bleed
lose love need
Fall crash burn
Rise laugh learn

I shouldn’t be the one to tell you
I know I’m not the best to tell you
I know I don’t
No, I don’t
No, I don’t
But I just have to tell you
But I just can’t help but tell you

Precisely how it feels.

C. Sanchez-Garcia


  1. I love this, Garce.

    Thanks for sharing it.

  2. Yes. Exactly.

    (And you seem to be turning into a poet - not surprising since I think you have a poet's soul...)

  3. Hi Emerald

    you too - thanks for reading my stuff!


  4. Hi Lisabet

    I'd like to think I have a poet's soul, but I think I need to study more about poetry if I'll ever be really good at it. But its nice to have a place like OGG to experiment with it.


  5. Garce,

    what a wonderful reponse to this theme.

    "I breathe words"

    How could it be said better than that?

  6. Hi Mike

    I'm don;t know, but I'm sure it could be said better than that somehow, I have to work harder at learning poetry along the way. But hey, its a start.



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