DROPPING OUT THE CITIES OF NO MORE

Just give me another kick
unlike the one i used to wear as a cloth
give me a flag and a soul
a name with no shame and no ancestors
give me a history with no mystery
give me weeks open for everybody to visit
not only on Sundays between
3-4 in the evening.

It feels so cold inside the deserts of my soul.
Spare me a song and a filter for the mouth
a pare of boots, laced and bruised
like the bodies of the witches
anxiously hunting action.
I got to meet every boy that
fell at your feet.

Keep me clean in all my stains
and let me loose.
Always keep for me an excuse
and a wish for i'll live forever
through the winters
and keep in mind to feel.
I only steal to stay real.

NEW SHAME

New shame arrived today

in the family

a boy that never learnt

how to walk on steady feet

and wash his hands

from failure

is lifting the weights of fate

like another

television superhero

Remembering the welcomes

and the hot lies

the snakes stayed inside holes for a break

and we enjoyed

the video-game nights

when we just wanted to

fuck with the stars

and trap them between

tongues and teeth

The cement dried sooner tonight

and my feet are stuck

up to my ankles

like a hollow statue

eaten from the inside

by the wormwood of

reality

The kids of the neighborhood

i always wished to befriend

wrote on the pedestal

of my stomach:

"Always desired

this life to be mine, still

i'm the last in line."

REPRESENTING THE STREETS?

Stealing precious moments
for cheap art photographs
common-life burglaring costs me all the way
if i'm down for being around
then there's no excuse

Love is rats circling the wheel
I'm stuck on a chair without arms
watching

Sincere words fail to find
those great mouths of the downtown
Recommended breaths of all sorts
cut the dirt in two
we chose to stay in bed
like all good girls do

For a moment,
all of it felt like my nails
abandoned my toes
only to be hammered
on my casket

FIRST COME LAST SERVE

Felt unable to fit in a world

of fused retrospectives and

nauseous ideas

full-time nothings rusted.

Short atonic everythings

only staying for a moment

spitted off roofs and

i'm the first one clapping

for myself to quit.

Don't think i'm arrogant to only talk

in first person,

but, i've never felt another one.

LATE COMER

Gathering stones to throw

to closed windows

It's that temptation of breaking the law

that keeps pushing me forward.
We're injecting chaos
so, there's enough guilt to the walls
slowly pushing them down
and there's
dust panic tar
and a withering sense questioning
if
age is the trouble
or
the trouble is age.

Unsatisfied comes next to my name.

Don't talk to me about belief,

I was promised a hurricane,

but,

I only got a breeze.

I was born unfortunate

I was born, unfortunately

OVEREXPOSED

Everyone advertises,

now everyone's advertised

self exposed

well-hidden, like children.

Memory pays and i've seen you

passed, wounded and broken

A door left open

for you to come in

to a room without windows.

The door is locked now.

I never "lived in bars"

but, always behind them.