Above the city

looking down at

all the busy

faces

///

where are

they going?

Oh

Today was

like yesterday

and the day

before

hey

all our plans

are for

mañana

still

mañana

never

comes

(but what a

beautiful word!)

there

At dawn

the streets do

not reverberate

as the city rises:

“We are awake

we are alive

we are so lucky

to be alive!”

///

It makes

no sense

now

they do not

stop

to enjoy their

burger

pizza

beer

see

no one proclaims:

“HOLY

JESUS

have you

experienced this

apple pie,

all the

knowledge

strength

love

of the human

race

layered in one

brilliant gustatory

symphony?”

me

Always running

somewhere

with their

ice creams

in one hand

and their

cell phones

in the

other

now

why

must they

always be

going

waiting

NOTHING

until they

die?

you

There

is only a

moment

and the living

are busy

dying

while the dead

are busy

rotting with

envy

you

contemplate

the dog

at a park,

soaring

after a

bird or

a ball or

something,

happier than a

pig in shit

and you will learn

how to

live

you