I am decaying
Right in this very moment
Actually tasting, enjoying the very process of it
Burning some high dangerous levels of vitality
Eating its own share of sustainable proteins
Radical speed approach
Passing and pissing time
Withering through an extremely tight and yet scattered carcass.
I’m only being anxious
Hard dealing with my own entropic other one
Betting on high cards
Dreaming at perfect figures
Trapped in head
Vast no rental charge area
Only life billing
Strange negotiating skills
Refined sand through my teeth
How am I suppose to recognize
I choose only to gaze
Very slow and indefinite pace
Sadistic sharp corners
Tortuous shades and blinding
Cutting right throughout my clenched bowels.
That’s definitely not a very good moment
To take a crap and have a smoke.
There’s never, anything final about it.
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