She is like a paper cup

[Marcus Nalgaber]

She is like a paper cup

 

 

Words escape me 
without  I can hear them
they are runaway horses 
that gallop through my tongue
carrying me astride
with no reins to tame them

they are storms that do not end
in the cave of my mouth

I am a paper cup
half full of voids
in the corner of a bar
at the mercy of a push
or a drunk hand 
wanting to rush more drink

The hours scatter
between neon lights
my cat waits for me at home
on the sofa in the hall

I say goodbye to that bar
and go to my refuge
with the walls 
bared of childhood memories
while the night breathes
hidden in the corners

I don't think about tomorrow 
and Now it  slips out  my hands
while I take off my clothes 
and wash my mouth

if i don't fit in this body
that shrinks with the days
despite being asleep
in the dreams of a girl
I don't think about tomorrow 
and Now it  slips out  my hands
while I take off my clothes 
and wash my mouth