For Maximo

And it goes on...
The axis tilted to the right—
Muscles sagging
The blind cop trying to see,
The scars on his face
Hushed like lenses.

The urine never smelled so strong before
Now it bloats the drainpipes of the mind,
As arteries desiccate with each heartbeat.

Gone are words,
Only bones remain
And skin that barely contains them.

It goes on...
The dance of the vagabond adolescent
His name was pity.

(this was inspired by Auraeus Solito's film The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros)
Pic: Nathan Lopez as Maximo