don't breath the air nowI glide in slow motion through the most velocious city The wind breaks from the bay and blows cold air up my dress And I feel so naked in front of all these strangers that don’t even see medon't breath the air now
They see a taxi and a destination and the man begging And the man begging maybe sees me He couldn’t afford not to But I keep walking Hardly talking but a lot of breathing
Heavy
Biting the side of my lip pretending I haven’t surrendered to this perfect
Metropolis I pretend like this is my city I simper and give it all away
A fifty-year old man waiting for his pizza outs
The City“Already they’ve ruined the new-plowed field.” It looks like a grave. The way the skyline of San Francisco buried our giant ancestors and declared the Transamerica building heaven! “They, the dead, are pitiless” They are tired and the reason for the ringing in your ear. Scared to be forgotten they latch onto your skin the way the world’s collective annelida thirsts for attention. So small they want to leave their mark. Forget about the leeches and the worms! They’re tombstones of metal and window off Lombard waiting for you to die. Your only request: graveyard with a balcony.The City
I was born...If you were to ask my mother She would say,” from out of the soil, Where she took her first breath.”I was born...
Her shining moment of glory.
“In Rome, where a forty-something With exposed scalp, blood and bone Begged for a break from God outside the Vatican.”
My epiphanic rebirth.
As a root, the foundation of life
To a nation of killers
As a child, learning a harsh lesson In paradise
Everywhere I go.
Peace!
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Half of the time we're gone and we don't where.
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.Aspire.to.Reduce.
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Live the Life you Love
Love the Life you Live
Lots of love, Ian.
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