A mouthful of deadly life..

11/8/2010, Wednesday...

When the strident creatures were
feeding on the silence,
of a rainy winter night,
he walked past the shadow
of an old groggy lamp-post.

Soaked in an unknown pain,
his face sheltered, long streaks of grime.
Walking along the long road,
to the incognito tunes of those sloshing drops of rain,
swallowing heavily,
he tried to free himself
from the grasp of a sacrosanct chain.

Along that long road,
in the proximity of a crossroad,
and under the only sky star,
there was a baptismal public bar.

There, the cult of happy men,
celebrated the ethereal felicity
of a fluid substance.

His mug was filled to the brim,
they say, he drank all of it and
died in a following strife.

"He used to drink too much", they said,
too much of a fluid substance,
a fluid substance, they called life.


I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts. I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...