city life

no grave

Coughing up a drum beat,
I sound the rallying cry
for those who hardly believe
what life has become.

We are painted as listless,
our weariness distorted
into hues of lazy egotism,
creating caricatures
flushed with benign indifference.

Some of us traverse cities
long conquered, lapping up
what little love is left
amongst trashcans
& weather yellowed pages
of tax-free, stoop step books.

We are too dire
to watch ourselves fizzle,
tis why we incite
clandestine insurrection,
exploting all channels
beyond the brutish destruction
our lives were made in.

Paris Wins Life

I’ll never forget hopping off the Eurostar train in Paris and being basically dumped out into the bustling streets of the city. I honestly couldn’t breathe. As in, it took my breath away. There was a slight chill in the air, beautiful fluid French accents swirled around my head from all angles. Police cars beeped as they whizzed by. The stunning cream buildings with ornate black wrought iron balconies swallowed us whole. I put my hand on the shoulder of one of our team leaders as she began to vocalize our plan. “Hold on…just one minute.” She watched my eyes look around, taking in the architecture, the scents (also known as cigarettes), the people, the LIFE.

“Okay, now I’m ready.”

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