see the old poet,

knew him so well,

haven’t heard of him,

why forget him now?

something got in our way,

grammar couldn’t save us,

old poet ‘s gonna die,

and me, never felt so confortable before,

the old mate, pal, - got us both out of jail,

but now,…

i’m amazed by those things,

consciousness, deep mind, overblown,

unusual confessions, every possible vibration,

all this good never felt before,

little deadly corpses everywhere,

admit not knowing how good it was,

despite the hands & knees, reflections of a better kind, 

admit still have some hope, at what it was,

indulgence got us from behind,

these rabbits, how they got out?

SWEAR , it wasn’t self-defense,

your silhouette is fading out, - some dark fever,

couldn’t stop nausea, thoughts, -unveil,

this illness, attached to nonsense,  - have no other name for it,

legacy, revelations of a deeper kind, synchronicity, believe in infinity or something else,

had this peculiar thought in esteem redeem of the great past:     

nothing ‘s gonna save us now, but our own private tendencies:

roof, food & love like everyone, - the great jewelry;

and then, die as soon as ye can,

correlations, what about?

these walls built by dwarfs,

these ceilings, other ones,

can’t see no sky no more,

no touch & thought,  

here in prison,

glass, steel & concrete,

jellyfish and my resemblance,

deafness, - visualized the rabbit,

still, how did this rabbit get out?

you know what it is, home ‘s so far away,

and shit happens all the time.

i’ve been dropped, intensified, multiplied,

for this one reason: some weird grandma

amplified her voice a thousand times,

and cried out loud: you’re never gonna get out!

cried out loud: and go to hell, you bastards!

that was her voice, mine is weak,

in urgent need of some ghetto blasters.