Breathe The Thing Out

Breathe the thing In, Breathe The Thing Out,

Breathe the thing In, Breathe The Thing Out,

Through these old sick lungs, residue from our past

Gagging up the trust we’ve broken,

giving in to the crumbling like old hacks.

Desperation of our search, and what we’ll find

A long forgotten sickness, spitting out a lie

“Aves la noche…sometimes the night,

Takes you with it, wraps you up and rolls you along

Leaving you washed in sleep, at the morning’s edge…

and sometimes the night goes on without you.”  *

In with the good air, our with the bad.

Corrupted inside me, a chance it never had.

Time elapsed suffocation, some call this perfect health.

All I know, this is all I’ve felt.

Breathe the thing In, Breathe The Thing Out,

Breathe the thing In, Breathe The Thing Out,

In with the good air, our with the bad.

Corrupted inside me, a chance it never had.

Time elapsed suffocation, some call this perfect health.

It’s all I know, it’s all I’ve ever felt.

If these old shaking hands weren’t banging on my chest,

Once again unconscious, maybe I could get some rest.

Respiration of our search, and what we’ll find

A long forgotten sickness, swallowing a lie.

*From “At Paso Rojo” by Paul Bowles