Wishing well....

"Invalid Litter Dept."

intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies/that had knocked the pins down/as their shoes gripped/the dirt floor/in the silhouette of dying/dancing on corpses' ashes
yeah, they had plans for him/they has spun the last of the pimps/polyester, satin nailed jewelry lips/ while the guillotine just laughed again/dancing on the corpses' ashes
paramedics fell into the wound/like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant/an anesthetic penance/beneath the hail of contraband
they had been defected and excommunicated/and all the pulses were subverted/and they made sure the obituaries/showed pictures of smoke stacks
a vivid dissection that mocked/the strut of vivisection/semi-automatic colonies/and a silencing that still walks the streets
in the company of wolves/was a stretcher made of/cobblestone curfews/the federales performed/their custodial customs quite well
callous heels/numbed in travel/endless maps made/by their scalpels
on my way/nails broke and fell/into the/wishing well


escuchando he hope that you don`t become part of the invalid little department...., ciudad juarez, aqui en mexico podría tener un poco mas de sentido. En cualquier parte la necesidad de llamar la atencion sobre las cosas injustas tiene sentido, lo dificil es lograr hacerlo, lo dificil es trascender haciendolo. lo dificil es involucrarse en lo continuamente inexplicable. solo se necesita respirar para replicar los suspiros y las explicaciones. de cada cosa que buscamos. deja pasar un poco mas de luz por estos agujeros estrechos que son nuestra vision del mundo y de las cosas. como es que no nos atazcamos un poco mas seguido... lo suficiente para ver que esto es un poco inadecuado.... vamos por ahi, a buscar algo mas de lo que nos es entregado en la mano, en la mano llena de boronas de un pan que nunca probamos.