The ancient snake befriends my friends,
priests, neighbors, teachers and presidents…
Casually speaking, maybe even me.
The days I thought I knew
-that tight-lipped is
the hardest thing to be.
Words, words, words…
that chant to the drum of the elite
while lost dogs hunger in the streets
caressing bloody wounds amongst the blind.
A drunken man lies asleep
while I lose my mind
Where the hell am I?
First published on August 21, 2011