12 x 12 — by Federico Cabrera (Gilles Et Dada)

LONELY WALKS IN THE MONTH 144

LIFE SEEMS NEW AND SO OLD

IS THE DARK CORNER AT 12

THE BANK IS CLOSED BUT THE SERVICE IS OPEN

STAIRS OF JUNKIES AND QUESTION MARK TATTOOS

IS IT ON TONIGHT

THE CAR ARRIVES AND THEY RUSH IN

I AM NOT SURE WHERE TO START

OR WITH WHO

WAS THE NEXT MORNING WHEN SUPERMARKET BAGS

SEEMED MORE OF A HOME THAN THE CAGE I WAS

AND SO IT WENT THE 5 BLOCKS MOVE OUT

TRAIN STATION, STINKY PAPER BAG

SHAKY HANDS AND LOST EYES

IT DIDN’T TOOK LONG TO REACH THE TALL HOME

WALLS FILLED WITH HOLES WILL CATCH YOUR EYE

ENDLESS LABYRINTHS OF LOST CHARACTERS

BABIES CRYING, MOTHERS HUMMING

DADDIES BREATHING, WHORES FIXING

THAT’S WHAT THE 12 MEANT

IF THAT WAS NOT A BEGINNING

MIDNIGHT IN THE EMPTY COLD FELT LIKE IT

NOW I AM, I THOUGHT

NOW I AM FREE TO LIVE OR DIE

QUICK THOUGHTS OF THE MONTH 144

(gd)