A Song Of Despair by Pablo Neruda

Your memory
is like a sea
and I am drowning

The waves watch over
me departing

pit of debris
cold
sinking
growing old

spell-bound
wound-upside-down
blinded
re-minded of turbulence
in childhood

drunkenness
supplanted
love-hood

blasted flesh!
moisted moment
hoist me
cross my arms
drunken donuts
car alarms

The world a turmoiled-mess
turbation session
and I’m late

the taste of you still
on my lips
I’ll stay in the sea

drowning
at least I have the company
of
the night’s passing ships