Drunk,
Drowned,
like a microscopic fly
inside a megascopic glass
of whisky.
The whole fluid sinks
into my anatomy
and some eyes are watching me
Clearly,
Nearly.
I got a nightmare every time
I imagine about the ways
To make you know
I am not the lamb
You used to play with…
And I seldom feel a hero,
Suddenly got a fear of
The things you will tell me
When you see the real face
I got for you.
Take me out and I will spill
All this fluid right into your face
And my sting will be dug
Right in the edge
Of your heart
Inside our hopelessness.

Written on December 23rd, 1991, in Santiago de Veraguas,Panama.