there was a
heavy ink
bloated
like a lung
and we peed
drunk and many
in a bar
until the deep
throat made a depth
down a dense dew
simply was over
burnt sun
over skin
a venom
like a word
drowned
in sorro
w.
existential nihilism
escapades
I sneak out
in the middle of the day
as a fugitive of conformity
I look around
searching for those
that wander solitarily
those poor souls
all alone
against the oppressive machine
of existence
then I separate myself
follow streets no one
follows
I look for long walls
like those of cemeteries
or abandoned factories
I tread their outer boundaries
bricks to infinity
protecting a mystery
that I must never invade
I return to words
the insufficient medium
life has me by my neck,
I am drunk with life
perceptibly drowning
in its fuel.
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