NESSECITIES

Lately i'm getting my coffee addiction back
and i feel happy
getting to see my brother getting older
a boy turns to a man
and
he got livers for lovers and lovers for livers
and a spirit full of hell, still
cannibalizing festivals
thrifting with
such naivity and such levity.
how are you doing lately?

I got my name written
on a tall grave
I got my fate working
on every jinx
I got a fork and a spoon
to eat misery
and the summer's round the corner
playing ball with my old classmates
that used to call me a bore
other spaces older times

I feel light as a feather as i write.

Strangers are only strange when they're strangers
Embrace the anonimity
I stay silent cause i have a lot to say

Sigh and seek secondhand salvation
we bought the guns from the grocery store
where you use to buy candy
for the infants

A moral eclipsis of a bipolar syndrome refugee
i pass out in the store
the store lady kisses me
and i feel seven years old again

We progress like bread
necessity drives us
and we feel guilty
like the bread and the rice and the hand
in your plate. and the head?
The world watches me now
unveil my travels
of misconnections
and objectivity
so thoughtlessly
sounding like a girl moaning
for never managing to walk on high heels.

APIARY LEVEL ZERO

Coarse face
Well-worn tires
I like the girls with Cleopatra's haircut
I like the girls with nose rings

Don't believe in the Blond, it's just a myth

I stand on a pallet
The wrecker never came
Around me only bulldozers
Wild
Like lions without jungle
Like people without money

We have broadened infinity
in multilingual diaries
with moldy memories
painted

Unwelcome daydreams
march between
tropic storms

Damn Loneliness,
I broke down the hive with a bat
Mutiny!
The bees escaped, a stampede for exit
In the black and yellow noise
noone could distinguish
the queen bee
anymore.

FRAGILE VASTNESS.

you hire a guy to get the job done
it's all about facial trust
and a handshake
like love, but, here you can sign a paper
like army, but, there's no fear of getting killed
it's not about getting into the river
now matter how cold the water is
but if you are finally getting to the other side

loyal tramp trap for knaves
doing business well
sleeping in hostile beds
now the soil stares at me
like a cloud
(when i'm looking in the ground feels like looking in the sky)

cause the soil is safe and the stars
oh' the stars are all shiny, but, they're far away

hello, my lover i feel the convenience
of being away or being silent
am i like this? i've always been
living
life
like
a movie

the band is connected through cables
the beat passes through veins
the soul intrigued and vast
and now the soil feels unsafe
the eyes become electric
lightning bolts enhance the feeling
and it all becomes
mutual.

JIM CARROLL MET ANNE SEXTON

A basketball injection drills sensually your critically aclaimed womb of roses.
Tongues licking big city windows.
In suicide letters and basement shows,
I was given birth.

3 SPOONS OF SUGAR IN MY COFFEE

fuck you take it away from me

LIFE LUST

peculiar answers launch
from even more peculiar mouths
we're left with moths
in the month of spring
no remorse for hungry beats
and misty eyes
i'm a task addict
post-it freak

there are boys in the corner
throwing bones to hungry dogs
ball and chains bound my fate
fear flushing through my eyes
"life will continue for everyone", evidently
and i understand
once again,
the more torturing something is,
the more you enjoy it

SPRING DISEASE

there's a hidden grace
in a drunk driver's touch
all those things you know he has seen
all those things he might be seeing now
halucinating in reveries
of witches and black cats
you are lost and you are here

all the beautiful girls come to town for spring
and all the boys with tattoos
flirting with paranoia like a sponge
serve drinks to the darkness

i drew with a marker on my shoulders
two horse pedals
to exorcise bad luck, i'm the one anyways
my heart is safe like a grave

they say they kill the horses when they grow old
killing beauty before decadence
consciously, so fascinating

they say they kill the horses when they grow old
i think i just found my ideal job