ASK iAN * The Flowers of Assassination

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFkSqZm7YbA
A floating chess board
a rib cage sick as the dried up guts of the Grand Canyon
and a memory charred blacker than a burned Rolodex
my wristwatch in the Rubbish bin
earthbound chains
becoming unwanted skyline freedom whips
i am here
i am there
i'm all over the shoppe
something
to help me breathe
as the new world fills in the gaps
of what once
grazed air so softly...
i'm coming back from the dead, up from the dead, and of the dead
to let the
tears
Roar* as if
the Future
didn't already
flinch
knowing
I
was
and
Am
Here*
to Sing home the days of
True
Home *
Leaving behind
what was once
and moving
like a monastery tear
into
Forevermore.... .*
photo/Malia James