Jan 28, 2010

/ I R O N Y /

We have seated the lepers in the privileged chairs and for the rest of the crowd we've kept the back seats
You seat 3 rows behind and your pop corn tastes sour and your ecstatic ego is bleeding now
In the front row the human deluge feasts with your broken nerves and disappointment
One bell rings
Two bells ring
Three bells ring
The pale faces. The hateful metamorphosis.
The crowd becomes the leper and the leper becomes the viewer.
The play starts and the lepers smile cattily.

Jan 27, 2010

ZINE







So here's the deal.
I got a new zine. Xerox Photocopies, 30 Pages, Hardcover.
Everything is hand assembled and limited to 40.
Cheap poetry, lo-fi imaging, distortion and noise.
If you want one of these just leave me a comment or contact me at tzontiros@hotmail.com.
I'll be glad to send those anywhere!

Jan 26, 2010

/ A N T I C I P A T I O N /

On the table we dished the shiny plates and cutlery
forks, knives and napkins
Medieval candles adorn the table
and their spakles reflects to your greedy eyes
The chairs are dressed in leather and my heart,
my heart is on the pig's mouth
waiting for you to mangle.
And you can't even imagine what i've made for dessert.

Jan 24, 2010

/ V A N I T Y /

I spent the divorce money on buying every single copy of Dorian Gray.

Jan 22, 2010

/ R E J E C T I O N /

Each word is a composition of feelings.
Each feeling is a definition of living.
Each drop of sweat is a vivid essence.
Each step in this world is rented.
Every breath i take now feels like putting my hands into some stranger's pants.

A MIRROR

From where i stand i can see you kid
cursing your fate for growing old
dropping your shoulders and lowering your head
you're beautiful but you're not aware
that life is such a bad joke.
See, being deaf is being relieved and going blind is what you seek
you lost connection with this world and you deny everything
you know the plot
you played this role and know it all
still how can you live without actually living.
I can connect to your hunger.
I haven't seen such grace in negative space.
You know that mirror broke seven years ago,
isn't this the time you've been looking for so long?

Jan 16, 2010

MAKEMEBELIEVEINTHIS
I NEVER LEARNT HOW TO USE THIS WORLD
OR
I CAN'T REMEMBER MYSELF USING IT ANYTIME BACK THEN
ALTHOUGH
I LEARNT MORE WORDS
LIKE
LIPSTICKONMYCOLLAR
YOUNGSEXONTHESTREETS
AHOLETOBURYUSIN
AND
INEVERTOUCHEDSKINASADDICTIVEASYOURS
NOTHING SOUNDS AS GOOD AS
MAKEMEBELIEVEINTHIS
THOUGH

Jan 13, 2010

I NEED TO CATEGORIZE MYSELF.

people say i'm quiet.
yet, i believe that silence
is the most cruel thing of all.

PIECE OF ADVICE

no matter how fast you act
the machines are faster than you
no matter how fast you think
the inferno is faster than you
no matter how fast you run
the twister is fast than you
no matter how fast you cum
there's always someone faster than you

Jan 12, 2010

STEADY DIET OF DOPE

Did you really understand what happened? I haven't seen you coward. I've never met you. Yet i felt you inside me haunting me like an aura. The twisted obsession you called love was slaughtered at my front door and it's head was left at the garbage can for the cats to feast and the ragmen to embalm. It was slaughtered and unfeathered, first vaporized in perfume and then the skull was dressed in leather. With the money from taxidermy we got 3 cab rides to nowhere and we met the bums of the town and rocked the fucking bridge till it was burnt down like our years of innocent youth. Can you remember what really happened? Virgins were slaughtered and we're not kids anymore yet we carry cellphones and portable televisions one step closer to the edge of the Great Cliff forward. Our hearts are hanging from our sleeves and tags are tied on our toes writing our names on them. Our names are "Young Lovers Burn Faster". Now the stereo mutes as our heartbeat grows cold. Flowers ascent from the bottom of our beds and form funeral wreaths where hearts alive used to strand.

Jan 8, 2010

JANUARY NIGHTS

endless tea and endless work
i'm getting around better lately
needles in my tea and needles in my work
still i'm doing much better lately

i'm all outrageous and outgoing
running around the city like a rat in a wheel
first come first serve
i doubt you'll make it to the show this year

i rock the ball and spill the wine on your dress
but you don't really care cause it's all about "the inner beauty"
and i know you have such an autonomous will
a fist on the chin and a good one to the loins

you say you're a misanthrope but i can't spell a word
there's a dirty beat going up and down the walls
curling up your leopard print bra
trick or treat and i'm your entrails now

i can tell you're a sucker for bad poetry and cheap wine
i got a cellar were we can hide in for weeks
curse your parents and regrets
i'm soulless verses from your toes to your belly button

you believe in short dresses and acting like a movie star
seems like this chair has your name on it
"i've seen you've been here for 3 days now"
and you replied "i can see you're a frequent goth here too"

we've been looking for the same things
pop culture ruined the lust you're serving me with
cheap perfume and red wine stains on your dress
i'm now obsessed with this freightful mess

sinners take one on the chin and i already got mine
saints get a couple more in the butt and you're one of a kind
if you got a black list then i'd love to join in
one more for the road and we're off to oblivion

Jan 6, 2010

CHANGE

you press the red button
and a list of options unveils right in front of your eyes
a list of potentials for a new life
you can see the underbelly of the everyday disappear
yet you continue to press the red button
anxiously
afraid of what change might take away from you

Jan 4, 2010

FUNERAL SHORTCUT

let's reincarnate the living
no tears for the dead
let's reestablish the world
no praise for the modern man

everything is made of
blood concrete flesh wires
and lots of liquids
that we rarely think about

offer the humanity a womb to die in and get reborn again

Jan 1, 2010

ANDY WARHOL'S FATHER

what would andy warhol's father have thought of his son's future at birth?
what would he think of his marilyn monroe color patterned multi portraits?
what would he think of cocaine infected anorexia and twiggy poses?
what would he think of lo-fi artsy videos and a legacy badly spent?

i think of this as i watch drunk chicks on lsd dancing and their white shirts and white teeth glow under the strobe light.

THE YEAR MY HEART FELT WORN AFTER THE YEAR MY HEART GOT REBORN.

Years change,
days pass,
memories fade,
still i feel like nothing has changed.
Yet everything is getting
more and more scary.