breath little conundrum

by Chris Lorensson on 15 September 2008 with comments

This city’s inside one wearing breath.
I can breath and there it is.

Tiny, coping with drugs and pornography.
It settles in warm and comfy inside one tiny breath.

Like the big bang, if ever there was one.
I sit down, breath little conundrum.

Tiny people walk inside,
they don’t know the half–
just that they’re very small.

Trim and proper, the bold and brash;
all sit down on benches at malls.

Waiting to be reborn with one more breath.

Into a fire, they perish instantly,
only to be reborn with one more puff.
A sad existence only if you know.

I can breath and there it is — inside that breath!

Like the big bang, if ever there was one.
I sit down, breath little conundrum.

Note: I’ll try to record the audio and update this.