Radio Free Boston

Heavy with her scent
the breath of life still upon my lips
I walked into the coffee shop
the wireless was free

No password
No need

There are alot of things
we can pick and choose from
to solve the world's problem


We might be able to stitch together
building blocks
and fight creepers
crafty, mine


Or drink the juice of a cold orange
and find something
that rhymes long

Boston has an atmosphere that shimmers with quiet songs
and half finished thoughts
that somehow add up


like clouds
and rain
and a thin layer of ions
from which

The skeleton of a carrier pigeon
falls to earth

And attached to his leg
is a simple message
that up until now

No one else has ever read