Philly, a poem by Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi at



written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi



Philly with her hands
Around my neck
I see the lights
So high…
Top floor they claim
Cannot breathe
Not so sure now
About the lights

Those words
From the paper
To the brain

This polluted Philly
Will cover them
With heavy metals
And black rain

…and I cannot breathe

I wonder if you would have
Breathed with Philly
Helped her
With your own hands
Around my neck

See my tears
Here on the train
I am quitting Philly
Strong as ever

I live
I still do

I love
I still do
Despite you
Despite all
Despite all, of you

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