I got a lot of work to do tonight

And its driving me nuts
finding a spot or a line
to start with
and drive the line or the spot
into a reasonable end
that will lead me to where I'm supposed to be leaded

the skin that covers my finger bones
starts crashing and revealing the flesh
that slashes
into three or four cuts
that probate me only
to stick with this willing of determination

I got a lot of work to do tonight, I tell him
we both know about what I'm talking about
there's not really many optinions if we considered it
scrtach
mone
a stone,
in both pockets,
that is not a stone
but a concentration of dilemmas
and games and flirtation
with parables, metaphors, figurations, false ideas
that unclear the battlefield
and allocates it in two converging poles
in an unreliable end, and ruthless, cruel
how much greed
ours,
we
who are nobody
even less those that represent us by the
name, form, voice, smell,
it's a figure so awry formed
a conquest
that leads us here
with stones deeply hidden in pockets
that don't rip

so much to do tonight!
clean the shit that commes glued to the hands
that travel inside pockets
a bit confortably

start to learn this story
that has always been learnt
so far
so bad
incorrectly
its getting us there, I tell him
what, he asks
the time we die
we'll be all
pretty buried and death
its getting us there
nothing else flushes away
we'll have nothing to
complete or combine
but tonight
we got a lot of work to
do tonight