Luna de Mayo

Un diseño potencial
de la voz que dirá la palabra final
que con facilidades de pago
osará a penetrar lo cotidiano
y magullar la poética Luna de Mayo
que ya sólo una concepción lumínica más es.

Sincronía Absurda

Un Día Nublado
Como la vería un Alma Gótica
Pero con un Helios Palpitante
Una Belleza Sónica variable
Es el Ente Bio-masoquista e incesante
Que vive en mí.

Joggin' Thoughts #2

Hyena laughter-like
Weeping inside
the manly maid kept its inner chastity
it just got rusted
and here
the boy-man demands attention
while the cyber clergy eat herself.

Joggin' Thoughts #1

In my throbbing chest
desperation bursts
quietly
quietly
yes
backing the chanter
with my subliminal solfege
that leads a choir of sows in heat
squealing while giving to birth to childish sins of my own
lasting what a human life decays in bitterness.

Blindfolded

I guess I saw You b4
but I didn't know
until those eyes squealed on You
I wondered if the illusions have ceased
since my ignorant duties didn't lemme praise You
then
a glittering idea came and slapped me
and it told me
that the wicked feeling will grow
but
the Hope of a Lovely Future will rise
as the Phallic Presence of Yours.

Ain't Expensive

I tried to sell my soul to the Devil

But she said: it’s too gorgeous to be taken by me, go and find a better purchaser

I went to the Christian God

But he was busy arguing with Allah 'n Yahweh

Valhalla, Moksha (yeah right...), Firdaw…all rejected me

Favors nowadays are hard to get

I walked away

Thru Varanasi, Compostela, Makkah and Blitar

No omitting Fuji-San

I wept like a boy being raped

But this time I didn’t enjoy it

I climbed any climbable place to get peace and some bliss

Monserrate, Olympus and Bei Heng Shan

I lifted myself there

But were some Cangaços and blisters delivered instead

Flee me…flee me

I wanted it so bad

Brhaspati wasn’t so merciful and slapped me up the motherfucker

Saint Elmo’s fire wasn’t that hot just a 2^nd degree burn on my throbbing chest

All this shit of crosses, stars, pentagrams, crescent moons and all that stuff

Get me bored as hell

yeah

BTW

Cuz all the divines dudes are such pompous ones

Does any A.L.F. want to buy this soul?!?

Ain’t heavy

Just 21 years of Use and Abuse

Full of Emotions

Naïve

It’s a bargain

Just one in a lifetime!

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Púgil fragancia en este día sofómoro nuestro

Latentes latitudes en paralelos bastardos de tu mente

Grácil danza de ósculos subyugando a esos

Esos femeniles en forma pero masculinos labios míos

Rotando en un señorío vaivén

De lengua, saliva, microbios y pasión

Cose y coce pensamientos

En ese intercambio de fluidos

Dando pie a explosiones

Tan cortas como decímetros pero anchas como L’Arc de Triomphe

Vibremos

Bailemos

¡Ahoguémonos en emoción!

Vomitemos todo eso lindo en nosotros

Pintemos un Arco Iris con luces estroboscópicas

Sólo para nosotros

Detallemos todo eso feo que hay

Contabilicémoslo

Luego a lo terrorista

Hagámosle

¡BUM!

Y vivamos

Sólo vos y yo

Sí

Y los impuestos claro está…