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
Proposed by Dandyakuza on Saturday 25 September 2010 at 06:36 PM