04 PALABRASDOC 234—34/2
1-Waiting AgainWriting again is remembering the words, the vague directions to an old road, branches forgotten, dark highway at night.
2-Its the backyard and 1992, we waitIt has not been long since the last set of tears, we are close to the ants, we know the sand and the crBs, it rains every day byt its also so sunny.
3-Know that i’ll run,Past the pale mint wall, the grass breaking the cement, the thick layer of humidity
4-Its the backyard and 1992, we waitIt has not been long since the last set of tears, we are close to the ants, we know the sand and the crBs, it rains every day byt its also so sunny.
5-As i approach thirty-sixYears old, and i am tired, it is both the usual and the horros of dreams i could not care to remember.
To recap, dead end everything, health on a slow orbital decay, i could light my last cig now and smile whatever it is.
As i approach the end of my heart without knowing how to drive/kiss/draw hands
Peace at the expense of life, broken in every interpretation.
No one is reading this, no one is crying in front of the photos or the painted murals despite all the pink…the’ll never say.