La Alacena

Cloud that I had to swallow whole
Today swollen eyelids blind you.
I would mist the hours
Tired and hungry.

Pour the neck into the ice,
let the lips moisten,
flood the mouth with bitter liquor.
Burn, throat.

Roll of dice in the pantry,
attentive looks push each other.
Sincerity, enemy of the winner,
dilates the past and the future.

Pour the neck into the ice,
let the lips moisten,
flood the mouth with bitter liquor.
Burn, throat.

Roll of dice in the pantry,
attentive looks push each other.
Sincerity, enemy of the winner,
dilates the past and the future.