sombrero en el camino

Still waitingFor this tea party to pop offWaiting for my cup to arriveFull of the decadent undernoted flavorsPlaying tricks with my sensesBefore the implosion of societytakes a more permanent gripBefore slippery slopes meantWater on a hillAn invisible gatheringStill waiting


There isn't a way out of this corner All half hitches & silver colored lobster clasps Rattle under the forced restraint To catch yourself falling upwards Spiral staircase Once you're at the top Where you go Isn't up to you

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