Wandering Poem by Fidel Arcenas

Tequila dawns and solitary beers
In an orgy of forbidden dreams
Lead to cemetery sadness as
Bells toll for the Angelus, we

Who try, and in our youth we
Tried a thousand times, to trek
To the utopia of our summer
Still we fail to sing hallelujahs, and

The lighthouse's light gets fainter
And fainter like beads of sweat
Crawling out of a bottle kicked
Into a waterless gutter

That cuts through out guts
Who cares, we cared a million times,
About realities. We crave for illusions
To illumine our existence

In this universe of bloodshot eyes,
Empty hearts, blazing hate,
Feigned love, desperate greed
That fill the abyss of our emptiness

When will this end
We wonder, yes, we wondered
Countless times, when this wandering
Through mazy nothingness

Will ever end