About Death and those things

It had always felt so smug
To talk about death
when
you suppose it
when
you try to figure it out
when
you fulfil it
when
you elude it
when
There’s not really anything to figure out.
when
There’s not really anything to suppose
Neither anything to elude or fulfil
when
There’s not really anything to try to
Metaphor
Philosophize
Complicate
Reason out
Dissect
….
It is all so godamn simple!
Life is life.
Death is death.
And it all gets to that.

when you become alone

Shut up, you'll never make it till
                          8 o'clock
when inevitably you have to get up
and eat
       or drink
and drive to this place
where you'll die
                  briefly.
But now.... shut...
keep rolling cigarettes
till 6 am and having scotch
until you've got no more reasons
to roll cigarettes for
keep watching porn
stiring your head
becoming lorn
writting poetry
feeding the cats
the housewives
the madness desires

And shut up
when you arouse
      wasted
        or mad
and you'll drive
yourself to work
and see
and eat
and bunch
all this things you silently prefer to
shit on to
so you can
at 00.00
regress home
and so
do it all back again

Love Problems Solution: Rohypnol (everything you need to know from a guy's t-shirt on a full bar with faces that recall empty tequilha shots)

She said:
  Are you wearing a blouse with that awful sentence on?

"It's not a blouse."
             he said.

"Well, it's not a blouse
but it's a t-shirt."

"It's funny."

"Not.So.Funny."
"Well...what can I do to make it funny?"

"Buy me some characters. Buy me some cells. Spare me. Buy me some drinks, baby."

"I don't own any drinks."

So..............
and the night goes on...

Oh... Everything

(For a lover's friend)


Everything you thought
                      to be
is now telling you
you're not
   everything you said
                   it would be.


Everything is said on a piece of trashed paper.
On a glass of empty wine.
On a body of horrifying regret.

Everything you thought it
        would fill inside
         little black holes
   is now
         filling somewhere
         near sold.

Everything you thought
          you would drink
is now getting inside you
                      so cold.
Everything you thought you
            would feel is now
                        completly
                               stoned.