Monthly Archives: November 2015

I don’t know what to name this, I’ll just go with this

what if I stayed home all day

and never went out

and only drank tea

and never answered phone calls

because they make me anxious

so I turn off all ringers

and turn on the clouds

and watch it shower over the world

and watch the lightning in darkness

as it illuminates horizons

like a photograph

lighting up the trees

on and off as the leafs rustle

then the silence of everything

and you’re caught talking out loud

as everything else stands still and quiet

and then more quiet as your last words create existence

and the silence makes a joke of this silent friend

y yo aqui detras de este microscopio en escaleras de vagabundo