Un Altro Colpo Di Tosse

Strong misunderstandings unstable
declaring constant and untimely illnesses.
I suffer here now, but just another coughing fit
will make my breath happy.
Assaulting the access ramps
to the market stalls of idiocy,
proposals as old as my shoes
and still coughing won't erase
countless sleights of hand,
I can't count the times I've tasted
the harsh blow of lies.
Bitter taste in my mouth, I insist
the end that becomes reason and freedom.
Difficult to explain when I say that morals
cling to my thoughts
making everything so human and fragile.
Every time they destroy my desires
and triumph over my anger
and kill humility.
The sun fades the posters on the walls,
time that carries phrases and men into oblivion
and the sea that swallows faces, dances, and falsehoods
and spits them out in a new identity.
I won't waste my time engaging my thoughts
waiting long for rights and then duties,
racking my brain to provide temporary solutions,
committing to promises about tomorrow that's already written
and don't come tell me it's too much,
that the wind will carry away my words,
that the rain will wash away my sins,
if I clearly feel the pain
I have in my head and in my ears
that around me explodes fantasy and returns.