Awake

the depression in my bones has formed grooves in the bones
that I carry on the spine and feels heavy in the shoulders that I must
force upright; they must present perfect posture for the sunlight children


the tingles and the shivering in the organs are from the malice I don’t cough up
at night while the sleepers are awake when they should be dreaming; the colors of the light, they do not amaze me. they are so dull, and blinding.

the gravity, it has made the feet so heavy; I have back problems like an elder
all while the world spins around and it feels like comatose all over again
you think I would be used to the rotation of money, sex and corruption by now

and the nightmares.
I wish not to speak of them
not even the dead ones would want to hear them.

I am old now and dreary
and the present, is not a gift anymore
instead, the future looks more pleasing and
all the better in the fortune cookie I’m now eating.

the depression in the bones,
and the tingles and the shivering in the organs,
the gravity and the spins with heavy feet,
and the nightmares:

must present the colors of the light and sleepers that are awake.