Living in an highly excited state of overstimulation.

terça-feira, 23 de outubro de 2012

Cats


Está tudo transfigurado
O cheiro quente e humidificado
Dos sexos
lubrificados
Das bocas que se movem
Em esgares mudos de nudez
Que devoram e não me seguram
Em calma e placidez
Rugem e cansam-se de não compreender
Mas ela existe
Está aqui implícita
Compreendem, de gatas
Em quatro patas levam-se
Ao precipício mas não caem
Lavam  ao se lamberem
O corpo um do outro
E engolem o que subsiste
A sujidade
Limpam-se
E esfregam-se pelo que vão andando
O corpo hirto mas baixo
À altura do chão
A cabeça inclinada
Roça e insiste uma na outra
Meio apaixonada
É nos bigodes que te sinto
Como afiar a altivez
Em tudo onde não a podes afiar
Sem timidez
Encostas-te quente
Deixas-me ronronar
E no tempo lento
Adormecemos
Já que conheces a melhor forma de dormir
E de como adormecemos
Encaixados
Encaixa-te
As nossas caudas agitam-se
E o espaço recorta-se em pedaços
 por entre o movimento de separar o ar
fodemos
de forma crua
animalesca
inconsciente
e lambo-te outra vez
lavo-te
mas
deixo um pedaço
para que fiques sujo de mim
adormecemos novamente
encaixados
eu sei onde tu estás
tu sabes onde eu estou
sentimos o odor
e os nossos instintos encontram-se
no escuro do quarto
onde nos conseguimos ver
e ronronas
eu ouço
ouço-te ronronar
e adormeço

quinta-feira, 11 de outubro de 2012

Drunk with Love


I’ve been poisoned
I’ve been drunk
But I don’t stop
-pour me another one,
I yell
They listen, they don’t care
My need is fulfilled
My patience is not recovered
I’ve been drunk
I’ve been dead
So dead I almost feel
The cry of the infants
The kisses of lovers
The touch of dirt
I’ve been so drunk
I start to realize
How humanity is attached by merely acts of faith
Things seem so hard to get
But so easy to loose
You just let them go
Let them be finished
Don’t cry them
Don’t miss them
Don’t want them back
My cruelty is dead
I am deep
I’ve been drunk
I am not sorrowing
Not missing back
Not remembering
I let you stay
But only because I’m too wasted
To send you away.
I’ve been drunk
And when someone’s drunk
They don’t care
They don’t search
They keep digging
And words have been written
I’m filling my pages with
madness
when someone’s too drunk
they get nostalgic
they get lost
feed the wolves
my drink
and they will howl
it’ll seem soft
and kind,
the howl of drunk wolves,
but they are not in love
they are just mad
and this is behind all of that
I pour some more
But I don’t understand
What is wrong with my drink?

segunda-feira, 1 de outubro de 2012

overthinking


I pass my hands through my lips
You watch how high I am
How low I rest
You please me
How you need me
I look. You look.
We crawl but keep apart
I offer you
Give to satisfy
What’s bothering you
Something’s getting awry
And I say: give me my mind back
But you’re not offering any
You sell my mouth
Blowback
I inhale the smoke
My mind’s still choking
In there
You swallow make a joke
We’re not here
I squeeze your hand
Grab hard
Warm it well
Stretch some lines
And murmured
You and me this could never get so perfect
I land my head
And your shoulder’s just fine
We’re warming our souls just for a second
And it could never get this perfect
How convict
I sight you under my eye
You’re away
Not mine
I can call
I can scream
But no sign
Not a line when
you get in one more time
I reach you
Call you I say I need you
But this once you’ll only be mine
If I can teach you
But you don’t wanna be teached
You wanna be pleased
I teased
You teased
And promised
me:
You’re not getting your mind back
So eased 

segunda-feira, 24 de setembro de 2012

strugglin'


He’s feeding my body to his desire
Get in trace
With approaches
And being tied with one hand
Just means someone is strong enough to
Don’t let you go
Nowhere. Anywhere.
I scream, but moans are overrated
If I get less silently
Just means we got mated
Just brings
All your ghosts into this coffin.
It’s not smoke, neither mug
he lights, a flame in his hand
Sweat drips and falls right splashed
In sand
We’re around-
he smokes that flame
And tries to feel me
But we’re bumping in the same
Hard steps walk the floor
It’s not near, it’s not there
It’s not more
Then what you care
Being so tide
Ends up feeling good
Kidnaped in time
I ear the drums, I feel the pumps
-shiu, that’s my blood
Mine is riding up the volume
Milking my thighs
You need another lover
To fulfill the need
It’s rude but it’s floating away
And this space is not wide
Enough to limit them
Wouldn’t go anywhere
Anyhow
Since those strings are tide
And he’s point is to
Increase that shit
Until it gets hot like a hot tub
Hot like the sun
He wants us in trouble
But desire will only double
Sex it’s not an advantage
-I’m tired
-we’ll stay
breath, and sweat
Are eaten up away
He blows my head with a deep warmth
Envolves me
Devours me
I have to drag
Tied up
Cause I got a itch somewhere
And until he gets heater
Hot like the sun
Light decreases, it’s mid
Dark
Mad
Ness
I’m struggling to reach
He’s fighting to untie the strings
But his strong hands tied them good
In hell I’ll be read of enthusiasm
Let me dive in weakness because this is getting far
Untie or let me die
Drag some more
I rub my leg on the leg
And the chair it’s so turned on
wood melts
Exhausted by moves that roll too fast
You crawl to bite
And that’s your good behavior
In my cheek
I want to tie my hand
And lie
But it’s in the eye
I’m evil
And he won’t lie
It’s ride there by his side
Big and hard and sopping wet
Muscles in tension
But those ties won’t give in
his tongue is fighting
an honest fight
crying
screaming
I roar
To be untied
and
his desire
is
to die


domingo, 23 de setembro de 2012

exiguous


I never thought I would get this morose
until I listened to the piano
the notes hurt like iron
scraping
I will write better as I get to another song.
my room is filled with emptiness
little places,
over here and there,
will rest with this
eaten brain cells
and
sorrow.
you’re a louse, cut and straight
she said.
-I’m not a louse,
it’s all a matter of speech.
she poured some wine in a glass while she spoke
about
how the things I don’t know
should stay in this room
where I write alone
conjecturing.
this world is a cold act.
I don’t want to be here any longer,
I complained and she kissed me on the hand.
let’s not go
let’s stay here
and write
tell me some stories and
I will tell you my stories and
we will stay,
I said.
let’s not stay, she enquired.  
let’s go some place
where
speed is the ultimate reason
we’ll move slow
be the burned sensation of time
everything will be on fire.
I said: No,
let’s stay here
we know this place
it’s quite all right
it’s soundless and easy.
but
it’s not burning,
she said.
-Exactly, I answered, it’s not,
the world is a bad passage
last time I got out
I sat by the park and examined things
as they burned and Got lost
all together
and
when I tried to don’t remember
and to die
I closed my eyes
and blindly watched as
the world stroked alike.

her form was next to mine
her voice cutting the mustiness:
-You need to be
for a second
what burns in fire
what rushes in movement
and in decisions
this room is so noiseless
that you will not
presence the climax of living
and
if you don’t
everything else will have slipped away
afterwards
all the light in this town will be a shadowy dark
your sight, with blackness,
will not achieve
and then
there’s no point in viewing
you only live better if you smell and touch and taste
taste it’s the vital perception
let’s burn into fire
keep everything on the bottom of
recreation
irradiate your rhythm
let’s be out there!
but I said no, tiredly,
I was a louse
very less smart
I’m greedy, I said
I have my rhythm just for me and you.
and me, she said.
and you, I repeated.
some day, she said mellow,
you will burn holes in your eyes
and it will hurt when you try to see
and it will be too late to taste
you will be old and alone in this room
with your sight and your heart ill and no more guaranties.
I laughed.
aren’t you scared, she whimpered.
it’s already burning, I told her
it’s already late for me.
she understood
and took my hand
and kissed her
let’s not be rushed, she whispered
you can taste later.
but I wouldn’t taste,
she was right
I have burned holes in my eyes
and everything has burned with it
so I tried
at that moment
and stayed
because after all
to burn is not to die
it’s to be alive
and to get even more alive
I haven’t complained,
I stayed
and let it happen naturally with me
she stayed too, she always did
You know,
Best lovers, Love
Best killers, Kill
Best arsonists, Light fires
Best liars
Lie.
Best losers, are failing
and you
what do you do best

quinta-feira, 20 de setembro de 2012

raw


I’m accepting things
As they come and go
how I would say
This is hardly enough to prove something is worth something
I get very used to lose
Being in someone arms
Not knowing if to squeeze
Or if better to let it go
This is a question
And an answer
Maybe a mouth filled with warmth
And hands all wet from spit
I spit in you and you spit me back
That’s how we love
And I sit past the coffee tables
Wondering where it all went
And fall
Not apart
But in parts
l lied down naked and watched shifts coming and going
on the shallow of furniture
it’s all raw
there’s no point in hiding
because riddles fall apart
and it seems almost as if
everything that is forgotten ends up being remembered
and to remember is to die
I’m not here tonight
Cause I’ve been feeling
I’m now what my mind resumes into a body
What I don’t look
I don’t am
What I don’t say
I should not think
Or rather try not to
Because my unity is raw
sometimes quietly I let it look
And I let it think
And I get used to it so good
That becomes natural
I get your ideas
I love your voice
And your spit
And the shadows upon the ramparts
Being flicked
Burns living
Burns death
Burns waiting
And I am ill
Ill from rawness
The hot melted smell of
skin upon skin
This is
Take and go
Don’t catch me in
I’m not here tonight
Cause I’ve been feeling
Since I lied in bed
And since I saw what’s left
Not in me
But in those bulwarks
Words write a story
Shapes write something else
and
It’s all raw
And raw it’s not a mode
It’s who I am
I am
Raw.
I am.
Raw.

quarta-feira, 19 de setembro de 2012

steaming appetite


Is it desire who doesn’t make you rest at night
that keeps you awake
Wobbling
Is it desire who consumes your body sluggishly
Who corrupts your peace
Is it desire who makes your body
Ask for something else than meat and bones
Insufficiently attached
Is it desire who turns you into a melancholic person
Is it desire who makes your body hope
And moan
Get ill
with fever
animal, sickness, fever
Is it desire who makes you believe
you’re in love
And in a certain way you are.
You have fallen, right in
Deep.
There’s no such thing like sorrows in desire
You only want, you don’t regret
Is it desire who makes you listen to classic music
Over and over
At nights, while someone’s waiting for you
But you’re not sure if you wanna go
Is it desire that drives you mad
That doesn’t rest
That is nostalgic because he feels and bumps inside
Like some cancer
Yes, desire can become cancer
Is it desire that turns every move into beautiful picture
Is it desire that makes me wanna speak
Let this go
Let you know
Is it desire that radiates vivacity
Brings up the dead ones
Dead men are running
To arrive in time, to don’t miss this
Is it desire who makes the calls
Dials the numbers
Whispers his name
Whispers her name
Destroys tissues, clothes
Makes you dream and wake up all in wetness
Is it desire that makes you groan at night
Alone in bed
Imagining
Always imagining
What a fool.
Is it desire that makes you lighter and gentler
Is it desire that makes you ask
Grieve
Is it desire that makes you blink your eyes
Whenever you start to feel
The running of the clock
Time that doesn’t come
Time that will not come
Is it desire that puts you that way
Wanting so profusely to feel a body
That body
Oh that body.
Don’t take anything. People are walking in that street and I can see them.
Desiring.
Or is it me
Desiring
It may not seem like desire
But this is
This is wanting
An urgency that becomes so perfect
So honest
So clear
Is it desire that puts you away
And coming back
And on the side of yourself
Is it desire who says the words
Who puts sensation in my speech
Who makes me sneak at night
Out of bed
Reaching and reaching
It is desire who makes me howl
Howling through night
Not you
Not love
Not you
It is desire
It is not love
It is desire speaking.