Gorilla Glue After The World News

 

      Sleep
deprived,

 

     I sit bent
on the edge
     of a worn out
mattress

     pulling in long
deep breaths,
     inflate myself,

     plant
bare feet
     for a shaky
leg press
 lift

     only possible
with supporting
arms,
balled fists,
flattened knuckles

     dug in enough
to help me straighten.

     Think Silverback
stuck in a cage,

     dark dry eyes
set long ago
     on skies
to rivers

leading
to the sea.

 

     Think glue.

 

 

 

 

Peace,
Andrés