Though

"Easy cry after sweated meat
take eternity as a wax sad symphony
let death ache like languid moan
a sordid bare stare will always swim
over the mist,
above void,
flooding under lather mad recall
we are,
what a weak tenacious dream lies"

Gabriel

"Make the desire
abdicate.
Dethrone
cowardice.
Devour
inmobilism."

Marrow-muttered,
cheap-stolen
remarks.

When the plane is
swinging,
bundle of nerves
scratched handles
sweat over again,
that Lady
on the Harbor.

I am hardly
coming back.

I close my eyes
without closing
them.

Just to remember:
So many sheep...
So little time!

Shit!

Even in Minden (NV)
or Mañaria (EH),
nothing tastes
different no longer.

A smooth-checked
petty secretary
pick up us Txakurzulo,
damn!

And a degraded bike
pulled out my
son's ogibide
and his back.


Really.

It is a sigh,
to hear still
how they rustle,
my bones.

All that is coming,
is all that it remains.

Dromit

Levi lives obsessed
with the smell of his armpits
-it's like the denim brand,
my name- says
with studied gesture.

Twice we went
to Midtown together,
he had never
drank gin before
knowing me
-I drink almost everything-
I apologize.

He seems always nervous
feigning to be innocent,
Don Giovanni that seduces
freshmen undergraduates
(like that lame ginger),
just to conquer the pleasure
of knowing to be capable
of it.

The computer's mouse inventor's
non gypsy
less busty
blonde daughter,
sits close to me.
-I am gonna visit the
Greek islands for vacation!-
She owns a house
west river shore of the city
valuated in a million,
which denotes
inner death.

 I observe and
do not talk,
it is not worth
of it.
While I drink
expensive tequila
and cheap beer.

I must be an
exception in Nature,
an absurd
piece of museum,
an odd
exotic animal.

I am a bit older,
I have lived some stuff
will not say too many,
similar to those ones.

I have already
simulate to be
Irish boxer
aground sailor
fired postman
sex addict lawyer
unknown philosopher
and myself.

The void
of
being devoid
of.


Time goes by
and I obviate it
and I forget it.

Oath allowed

Anytime
I am asked
about my name

by officers
waitresses
strangers
doctors
nice people
help desks
drunks
clerks
moroons
Death

I am not
damn good
in spelling

I avoid then,
ignorance
trust
faith
despair

-Indigo,
like the color-
I pray

Even Melville
suffered this
on his gravestone

Reno when Dusk

When,
there is nothing more
to do,
but
not everything
is lost,
gliding with
lost gaze.
Squeeze
Life
hard
from the neck,
between your hands.

When
everything
must be done
but almost
everything
is already lost,
pedaling with
excited nature.
Life is
who tights
hard
your neck
between his claws.

I pedal on
tepid asphalt
skies smelt
in igneous neon
"Many people
would say:
That is god"
I spit
"Myself will assert it"
swears a woman
dressed in
her dry wrinkles.

I glide on
the sticky patina
there is no better way
to be sheltered
by flickering,
smoke,
cheap aroma
of casinos.

The last Villon
romping in oblivious filth
ensures me a shitty
advice
for one
peso.

Gladly
I agree,
it is one of the best
offers within hand's reach
in a few miles around.

-Get rid of those brakes
you would not need them,
to reach Hell
is better to go
fleet-

I pedal
on infinite
dust
over my own
wide spot
on the road.

No doubt,
it is the best
shitty advice
I have never
heard before
in my whole
life.

A piece of Cake

"Take away
the laughter,
my cigarettes,
let the wounds
cicatrize well.
Where the brick
is assembled
to the niter
and History resists,
thanks to
promiscuous shallowness.
From the Quay
it can be smelled,
how water wastes
no time.
Stucked remains,
in this side
of the tale,
of the coast,
of the countenance.
Take away
the laughter,
my cigarettes,
but let the poetry,
stay."

Errores

"Los errores
se cometen,
por falta de confianza
o por exceso
de la misma"

Batexemar.

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.

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.