Not having nothing to say
but having too much.
mouth, head, eyes, guts.
all together in a feeble fist
of phrases that do not arrive on time.
whole body stiff and head
a constant leak in the roof.
not know exactly where or how or when.
hugs hands but not see, but lips and mouths.
And every look a reason to apologize,
not stop in time, for, as they say,
not see the forest but a tree. And while glancing
by far sideways and singing
'freedom' was never so bitter dessert.
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