The blue silvermoon little man

I was fainted on the floor
on rain
and lots of colours were blowing over me
people in their tiptoes were walking beside
glancing at me
brawling: where are we
until a warp
got close and
belched a little man
and the little man was silvermoon
blue silvermoon
who asked me
Are you sure you want to go?
I nodded
the little man jounced me back
and I fell into space
my body became slow and slow
until he flow
on emptiness
then it fell
and my heart toppled at my side
In this black room I landed
something was missing back
my heart on the floor
pumping blood to everywhere
and the little man keep saying
Think
Think
Think
in that scratched voice of his
and all I could think of
was my heart
on the floor
I screamed
Let me think
But my body was frozen
and my thoughts were frozen as well
Little Man
turned at me
with a big sharped knife on his hands
and he softly contended
you will never understand what I'm about to do
my eyes ditched abruptly
he laughed
in that scratched laughter of his
and he slit my throat
the little man
the blue silvermoon little man
and I felt my heart crippling
away from by body
and the idle space inside me
was deflagrating
and yet
I never understood what he did

One Regular Dark Night

Close your eyes, he seeked me
Tonight the dark is mainly yours

And then it didn’t mind if it was raining
Or not
The tears would felt all over it too
Red Lipstick all over my mouth and teeth
Eyes filled up with glue
Don’t seeth
Little bitch, little bitch
I’ll come to fuck you now
to tie your hands upside the table
to tie your hands upside the chair
Come into me
Groaning there’s no tomorrow
Grunting this will be the future
And no one hears
No one helps
You’re so lost inside yourself
Delirious
Little bitch, little bitch
Until I’ve came
And he disappears
Leaving me all soaked
Upon my self
And cry.
Cry.
You bitch.

Eros

Oh sweet smell of love

I've never come to an ending
those shapes and sizes
the toughts you tought me
how you whispered me how to love
and make love
indeed
I offered you matter
fadded matter
Oh sweet smell of love
you lay down peaceful in my garden
clumbsing around magnolias
and lilies
and orchids
Oh sweet smell of love
the sweet colour of your skin
she said
the mellifluous taste of you
Bittersweet
Bittersweet
Eros in red velvet
Oh sweet smell of love
I allow you to eat me
All parts of me
The insides and the outsides
Everyparts, everywhere
indeed
Oh sweet smell of love
hanging on ecstasy
floathing in purple and pink fluids
on red, wine red
those vessels my love
those flowers my love
those flowers you clumbsed around
Oh sweet smell of love
diving in lust
I'll write you in red
from another world
my celuls, my blood, my vessels,
all the parts of my body
climbing upon time
the irreversibility of how high
delighted with delights
Bittersweet
Pure dreaming my love
in a dense and profound way
unconsciousness
Oh sweet smell of love
those particles
above you
How sweet your skin smells
How mellifluous your inner tastes
Oh bittersweet
Oh bittersweet
is Eros wrapped around in red velvet

a poem for Simon

well yes

this time its really me
I thought long time about this
about you
about what you would like me to do
but I've not coming to a concern yet
images are occuring every moment
some are incise in time
some are forgotten
but yours never left


I still remember the taste of weed
and I still have it in my mouth
but not so royalist anymore
not so fresh
I still remember the taste of coke
how it would dilute in my blood
how it would drive me nuts
but not now
not anymore
not without you
I still remember how that night felt
how your body was cold and hard
how your eyes - half open - were outlandish
how I cried over you
how you never. never really waked up
and my tears felt all over me too
How my home start feeling empty
and those divisions in your house
start sounding crashed - filled with memories
filled with lefts of me
things I won't redeem
as my weed
and the special taste of coke

And those moanings
oh, those moanings
you won't bother to hide them
and I won't bother not listen to them
because after all they were yours too
and I missed them, back then
and I still missed them
now alone
When you left
I wrote something
something I will never forget
however I burned it
hoping you won't require them back
and yet I did
my last line of dope
my last line of you
after crying all over you
all over me too
after resting with corpses
after listening to Jim Morrison's songs
after drinking our vodka
after contemplate the starlit sky
the last piece of your oxygenated hair
then I did it
and you were gone
as well as me
and know I'm gone
as well
as you.

about an orange hair

Once I heard a story about a piece of hair
And I recall how much it bumped on me
Not because of the story
no, not at all
But because these piece of hair
belonged to me
and it was once entirely mine
but not always
and I could see it
and touch it
when I drank my wine
but not anymore
when I didn't

It was beautifully red
but not beautifully concrete
It would glint like no other piece of hair in the world
but simultaneosly not
I wouldn't even see it
nor touch it
nor feel the influence it had on my writting

these glass of wine
these piece of hair
at the end of the night they look the same
they both taste the same way

a poem for Mia

ontroled by your influence

I followed you
les cheveux noirs, et les yeux verts
and you called me, completly silently
and I drained you through your eyes
and you drained me through my eyes
dark dark darker
but they have never been mighter
Your shadow was bigger than yourself
your words were vague
while flowing throught the air
I never understood what they meant anyway
I had been alone with you
in an empty room
right down in your place
we slept on the floor
and we lighted candles
but those acts didn't meant anything? did they?
and you looked athwart me
with your eyes wide open
with your eyes wide shut
and those tears emerge
and quickly dropped off
I was a women
You were something else
Les réfléts sur les mures
A riot was taking place in that small room beside ours
but we could hardly enisle the sounds
and you howled
with your body wobblying
while I just sat there
observing
you asked me how it felt
how it felt
to look at others in
and II just said I really didn't know
because I couldn't even bow
the glass of wine between ourselfs
the slight sound of rain beating across the glass
the cigarette lited by myself
those words you couldn't tell
because they were mainly yours
the over and over reproductions of that tape
of those tapes
it wasn't relevant, I concluded late
and then you left
with all your grace
and I couldn't
I couldn't replace
all those little fragments you left behind
I couldn't
I couldn't realize what about me was so wise

An Empty Division

I never really got to know real people

until that time
as they walked
beside me
and started talking
and started weeping, reminding
Those words they utter
were meaningless
but either quiet
nonsense
those words, they tried to tell me
were not meaningless
were cruel, were cold, sharpest
made me remind of myself, brutally
those words you swallowed
those words you spited out
I would have kissed you
I would have talked about myself
but those words you were trying to say
they were mean, they were kingly
those people, they talked about
where merely real
and I couldn't talk about them
'cause they would seem much more
real
than they really were
and those stories
and those faces
and that faded matter
or substance
inside those divisions
aparently so empty
aparently so dolefoul
and the silhouettes reflected upon the walls
moving and clattering
as separated souls
and you talked about them
and I could clearly visualize them
but not reach them
and you could clearly cry about them
and remember them
and I was jealous
and you were sentimental
both of you
and I could only ear you gibberishing
the dismay I felt
the way the world seemed tubby, mournfoul
I realize it had always looked that way
but not inside those divisions.