Knox Bronson ~ Riding The Wild Bubble

the reason that I am alive by Boris Vian the reason that I am alive the reason that I am alive for the tanned leg of a blonde woman propped against the wall beneath the round sun for the billowing sails of a sleek schooner at the mouth of the harbor the iced coffee sipped through a straw for the caress of sand gazing at the watery deeps turning so blue descending into the deeps with the fish the tranquil fish they calm the bottom of the ocean fly above the seaweed hair like slow birds like blue birds the reason that I am alive because it is beautiful