Doing God
I wish, I were, I was impotent
While going around the skies
Finding a lost god
Poetry
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She
She was jealous not of me
She was jealous of herself
If another looked at me
After the crash
I like the way I'm restored
in a new window
firefoxed by the hounds
No Ar
Está nas paredes
Um sonho lento, só, urgente
Muito são para ser demente
Metaphorless
I’d like to fuck mountains in the ass
Forcing their lava subside in the liver
Cirrhotic and moonshinless
of…
I wouldn't start the email with a barren dear or I hope this finds you well...
I want to be polite like a gentle summer rain after the drought
and lascivious like a baby born naturally, I want.
Jewel of Denial
The sun, he made a late appearance
Hungover, he rose up woozily
Beating, burning, itching bad
Down There
I do not want to die
But I do not care if I did
A day, two months, ten years
Unloved
What more is yet to lose, A broken soul cannot choose, dropped without much concern, A hateful action puposefully ensued
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However sad for a true man
It has been said that a woman
Either loves or hates; she knows no medium
Hole in the Whole
I looked deep, deep into the whole
And the bottom was there, so close
The bottom... so close... could’ve just swallowed me
Of late
I’m late
the century just passed by carrying the breathable
ticketless, on the red painted curb
Honey and Olives, Somber and Sober
I like to snack on olives
I like healthy treats
But, hon, do you even care
Snow in the Summer
In her spring I met her
Loved her in her summer
Her leaves didn’t see falling
Incubus
Ask me not what I think of you
My dark tongue could desecrate your pupils
Time breathes, time heals, and time knifes your scruples
Thanks, Giving Turkey
A special day for us all
Yet, o turkey, poor, poor turkey
You’d rather yourself recalled
Unraped
Allow me the pain of a mortal
don't remove the street sign, the crosswalk to the other curb,
the mortgage or the ungrazable lawn of the pearly gates
And then… silence
And I died a little bit more.
Fascinating how you can keep on dying even when there’s no more life left in you.
And she was moved by nothing else but the crushing weightlessness of her wants.
After a while
I used to love an animal of habit
a woman, a man, a child
myself
The Ballad of the Man Who Was Once a King
Once upon a time
Succumbing to beauty was a man’s undoing
No longer his prime