physically
the changes are inevitable
at the reunion
last December
we were all pigs and
elephants
our best enemies are the
mirrors
we eliminated the word
fat
some cannot speak about
how sickly we are
we hate to face this
plunder of our flesh
how much we have neglected the
basics of our lives
we justify
perhaps we have focused more on the
internal mess, sorting out philosophies
looking for the best reasons
for us to be alive
we drink a lot of beer
and taken too much meat and pasta
we are addicted to books
our feet shrink
our arms are shorter
and our fingers
are melting
like butter
to cut the story short
i for one,
promised: i don't need reunions anymore
i go on with my life
into the abyss of convoluted thoughts
into the ocean of
more deliberations
away from the run
away from the fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem