You can always count on me
To be here any time
That you don’t want or need
Me around.
Excuse me while
I drown myself
Into a sea of silence.
I keep it tucked away in my pocket
Boiling putrid gunk
Burning through my skin.
It crushes my lungs
And seeps into every cell.
What was done has already been done.
You can always count on me to be there
Slumped beneath the shade
Of a burnt oak tree.
Don’t expect tomorrow to take care of itself.
Fine threads are tangled in thorn bushes
That snag then sever like neural strands.
Life is a cracked liquid crystal display
That bleeds across the living room floor.
FLAVIO HUITRON 