sábado, 17 de marzo de 2018

domingo, 4 de marzo de 2018


All that nothing
in front of me,
hungry morbid intestines
travelling eternal on wheels,
suposed to considerate happiness
lying close,
easy-lazy and handy,
able to be sized
by an amount of clicks.

Rolling hazardously myself
inside the pannikin,
met some broken-shoe pals
with pricey cigars in their hands,
in evergreen lost faith anciently.

I offered little wise-corn
pleasant words to them
without even been asked
from cracked lips expelled,
the weak voice of Blefuscu
raised shy against
the colosus Rockefeller.

None of the ekphrasis
never assumed
any stablished
truthful praecisio.

viernes, 2 de marzo de 2018

Scratching the surface

Pool-chlorine scent

and cotton candy in the air.

First time of times

within the mouth of clay.

Plastic Toast on
Pacific astonishment.