ALIVE BUT NOT TRYING

Your hair gets whiter every day father,
i observe them
hair whiter hair, every day
like snow that occupies the empty space
of my soul

I would like the world to drown
every time i piss
like the death that redeems
the cripple's family

Don't run,
We will burn together
the forest
inhaling sulfur and carbon
from the sorrowful
factories

Your hair gets whiter every day father,
and it makes me emotional
to think that you didn't try to meet me
in the best of my years.

INTELECTUALLY INTRIGUED

Imagine i am a book.
Over the passing of time,
open me,
start me,
finish me,
tear me,
burn me.

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.

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

You fuck cause it's a policy
me and mine made company
and it was so short
that you thought it was a firework
yet it was sex

No more love for long fingers
i got mine to care about
this is a rocket to the moon
of salvation
and the wolves howl in a circle

For you i can make the elevator
fall if you really really want
and i can pray that we can kiss the rainbow

To new lipsticks and new addresses
we forgot to blow the wind
and now our will is running thin

Have you really ever wondered how magnets work when a tongue is sucking tongues?

Haiku: MIRACLE

i forgot a bible
on a greenish pool table
and the pool cues bent

A COLLECTION OF CLICHES CAN MAKE A POEM INTERESTING

I will make the night
a beautiful trip
for you to wander
through the bridges
of serenity
the gardens
of yellow and seafoam

and as you lower
on your knees
to pray
i swear
i will keep the night
to a level where
the light of dawn
won't hurt your iris
it'll just warm your
scratched eyebrows

It will feel better
than the Christmas you spent
on a hospital bed
last December

You know, if you never
really acquired something
you can never trully miss it.