•Simply said

•Simply said
I wished i were dead
After three years of hiking
Where nothing was said
Different voices and different tongues
Strolling avenidas
Climbing the villas
Parking my carcass
In my hammock on vistas
Waking up on the streets
Sleeping on beaches
Not waking up as dead
As the lone mosquito on my foot
Dengue for breakfast
it's just not for me
I climb down from the flamenco view
I stare at the citadel sky
The morning blushes to see me
And Venus quietly leaves the room
My head banging cachasa rythyms
And black beer anecdotes
And detangle my web catcher
From the cut tail of a caught kite
A paper-cut tounge now ever silent