Jun 20, 2010

VENUS

It's not Easter,
but i know
a couple that crossed itself
with darts
that reverse
I can tell by the
flat tires in your eyes
and the dead expressions
your unstoppable moaning
your incontrollable talking
i ask you to shut up
Roads run faster
the presence
detach from the carseat
and rain starts pouring
This is June.
See, i'm fond of gold
you're cold
like the that sailor drowned in your tears
You get influenced
and your limbs get fond of me
and we return to separate beds
untouched
this is Allen
but,
you're no Annie Hall.
Waking up to understand
you were just dreaming backwards.

Jun 3, 2010

THE END OF GOOD INTENTIONS

She took a bow
on all fours
and good intentions
died

I can
feel the spiders
crawling
on my toes

We've met
the end of
complexed
situations
mutual trust

The benediction
of darkness
that embraces
the dark alleys
where the only light
is only slipping
through the trash cans