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.

                        

what liesandconqueres

I roam transient
before you
but you don't sight me
You spit with damp eyes of who asks
but wants nothing
You mourn but cite
and use yourself
as a pattern
of wise man to track.
I'm possessed by a unmeasured
love for your persona
but also
by you.
I jut my form in the space where we collect
and pour in madness
and dejection
prepotent
We get lost only during
a remote and slight trice
where we possesse the delicious notion of
what we cannot attain
But out of time
we yearn to achieve.
The insolents,
maybe.
Only not with you.
Sprouts and explodes everything
inside where it doesn't glimpse
but squanders then outward
where it ridiculously segments itself
You arise diligent and gather
what you fancy
but what you leave and what you
select
ends up not belonging to me
ends up
not making sense.

the other one

I have guarded some things
Some boys
Some girls
Gave me
But not regular boys or girls
Hot boys and girls
So hot I had to melt
With the hotness of their bodies
So I have guarded some things
Every time I got home
after the melting
But this time
This boy
Gave me something
I could not guard
Or hold
Or occlude
Was something
So crazy
So intemperate
So hot.
I held it back
And the boy lost me
In the component meaning of lose
Because the spaces were disproportionately dispersed
And we talked
And talked
About hotness
And gifts
And I decided to leave
To met the other one
But I brought something,
Something viscous,
slothful
And hot
That this boy
gave me.

A FUCKING SWEET TV SHOW

She appears glinting
in the big screen of my televisor
"This is Ruby Hatcher on the underground tv,
I'm holding here a full bottle of Jack
ready for drink
And today I'm going to share with you
a little bit of my pregnancy stories”
                                      (laughs)
“no...not pregnancy
I actually think that those guys I've slept with
didn't know how ejaculation actually happens!”
                                     (laughs)
“Like this young fella I once bound with
we were getting on
he was gasping, I was gasping
and right before I came
he said "I don't know if I've camed yet"
                                  (laughs, laughs)


“And this sixteen-year-old virgin
who asked me if I could make her come
because nobody had ever made her come”
                                            (laughs)
“And I asked her
But weren't you a virgin?
she said
yeah, but virginity
doesn't prevent obscenity “
                                     (Laughs, Laughs)
“and that was that guy
who stuck his finger up my ass
And I
Well I didn't do anything
because it kind of felt nice
And later on
his father came to me
And said
I heard you fucked my son
he said you fucked fine
I also heard
you were anal finger-fucked by my son
I heard he anal finger-fucked you fine
and so I was thinking
well, I was thinking
maybe…”
                                          (LAUGHS)
“and he stuck his finger up my ass, too”
                                         (laughs)
"Thank you, he said."
                                        (laughs)

I pause the show and think that
Teri Hatcher looks nicer on tv
Than she does in real life
She spills some Jack down
her throat
appearing enhanced and currently profound

“…and the bi-sexual boy was a total demented
So he asked me several times to cut off his balls
I answered “Damn!”
But I never did it
I was afraid of getting stick to them”
                                                    (laughs)
“And this one specific night
The madman
Compelled me
To do some real nasty things with my fist
And I did it
It wasn’t that bad after all
Just a little bit warm and thigh
But when I saw my knuckles
They were full of shit and gut”
                                  (BLHAC)
“I just clean them up”

I take off my glasses
They seem to hurt my bones
Change the channel
Foretelling the moans
When they come
I put on underground tv again
And watch Teri a bit more
Until she seems ridiculous
Talking about felaccios
And terathophilia
And cuts
Getting really vicious
And I turn off the televisor
Thinking about where does this girl comes from
And go to bed to
sleep.