Escuchala, la ciudad respirando

September 8, 2014

Boarded up backhouses are accented by
stray black cats bored to death
from giving their neighbors bad luck –
zero shits taken,
and not a single day off.

The city’s breathing,
but with this weight on its chest
it’s more like heaving,
scheming, to get the next day rolling,
but the only thing that rolls
is this paper
I’ll be breathing –
oops, the city will be breathing.

Analogies, analogies,
misdirection keeps us going –
listen, to the meek city breathing.

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