Monday, August 31, 2009


An air
for an heir
without air.
Asthmatic wheezing
like squeezing
a leaky bandoneon.

More air
for the heir!
He's suffocating
He's suffering
He's sipping and sucking
He's reaching and screeching
for that precious element
you never think about.

But then, he never thinks about
you while he's coughing
and huffing
and puffing
for the air
required by the heir
while you are neither here nor there
for the heir
who does not care
for he does not bear
interruptions to his sacred task
of hoarding you know

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