It was you, and us, and everyone while life warmed us up

 It was you, and us, and everyone while life warmed us up. Despite the pain, we vomited. We looked to failure. To the indigestible wounds. // We took the diluted space. We painted our red images in caves, our dreams in the water of time. Thus we fought against disastrous oblivion, against the destroyed mind, the Alzheimer's of the hours. // We let the hours pass with promises, every midnight for the space of the beds; very close, without touching the body (asleep in the stupid innocence of not living every night). Under the beds, they left the debris of the remains of life, of frenzied living, meal after meal, with every breath, ejaculation, disgusting spit. // Wherever you move, where hands are cut off in the forbidden to touch, kiss the contagion; infectious we are, make of the corrupt time of the rotten life. The silent corpses lie there spraying the lonely and dusty roads where it no longer rains.