Brains

I wait for her all day,
until the expiration date
The books soon hit
the box of clocks
and let my explanation weigh
upon the plates and platters
made of all my bones and shadows

And all that she had shattered
knew that nothing ever really
deserved the right to matter

So as the former climbed,
I went and shook her from the latter
and she’s and I’s stopped making sense
and this and that
and where and when
because the «it» that rains
had watered down our brains
again

Family

Ganjification
Masturbation
Vindication
Functional relation
Starving
Carving
Wars and armys

Name without a face
Love without a place –
Name without a place
Love without a face

A maze in grace
I pace and pace
(I tuck my art into my sleeve
and that is why I hardly breathe)
Sadness in skin like amber lace
Lips and scars
and cheap cigars
I smell like smoke
I don’t sniff coke
Redirect my lines of hope

Laundry hive

Are you hungry enough to feed
me
your pain
Hospital rain
We killed them all, Coltrane
We massacred in vain
and died below the flames
of novel beauty
– insect duty,
laundry hive

I’ve
never been so
naive
«knive»
alive
(they’re waiting for me outside)
so hide
the naked hyde
you spit upon
your insect ride
denied

The nide
confied
in our approval
Contemplating your removal
So leave me to remain
undied
beside the truth that lies
among your eyes
– forgotten prize
begotten, raped, and paralyzed
forbidden, ripped, and unified

Cosmos

Todavía en mis manos
tu perfume
congela mi aire digital
para acariciar
el sentido eufónico
y canalizar espectro encinta.
No mancha
la duda
ni engancha la pena
cuando se suda el pudor
y el amor
se quema.

Quiero atarte a una silla
y hacerte sufrir
con mi cuerpo
y mi cosmos entero.