My spelling
has to be wrong.

I write love
and you don't see it.

Who cares?

A daily hunger
that doesn't show.

Who cares?

A daily trip into that gag,
banished by reproach.

Who cares?

A daily path of reach
and retreat, retreat.

Who cares?

Who'd notice
if I'd not be there?

I don't care.

I've rested my case
and refuse to declaim.

Life blood
in lush colour
of humming scents,
a promise of a bloom
summoning a decay
- the swan song
in a ripe sigh.

To write,
to write it down?

All words
were taken,
in lines of
unrepeatable,
irreproachable
wholeness.

Then,
that sudden whirl.
Words popping,
flooding it all.

To accept:
expression is a drawing
and the self an esquisse
to built upon.
Flaws are expected.
Because it all
comes down to a need.
And that is okay.

Gritty paths,
escorting
whispering creeks;

stirred orchards,
laying a blossom
in aniseed breath;

a house in ruins.
Home.
Hardly.

The river flows
and giggles.

Sails wide unfurl,
the man in the bow
allows the horizon
to be born in his eyes.

In the man's hands
there is a land,
a shore,
for him to name.

The river flows  
and giggles.

A willow in a sand bank
is no geography,
only a choreography
in the amphitheater.

The river giggles
and flees, in its flow.

It was a hollow
- like a starvation
unawarely eerie -

and then...

To be handed
words,
their mellow core,
a mouthfeel like a heartcoating:

a moisture in the desert sand,
this withering height of a not-for-me-love.

do you WANT to live?
do YOU want to live?

Leash a leech,
drill a leak,
bleed and bleach!

Who creeps,
who sneakes?
Ask to sink,
fake a faint?

Dump it,
the stamp!

Lives lively
sigh the high:
stirs and swirls,
a stream,
a blood refill.

be
beat it
beache it
that itch
catch ******
fetchingly
high jinks
a kite to tie
a sky to sway
off and away
off and away

try on some words,
little girl

take a match,
check the hollow

put on those words,
silly girl

play the swan,
and its final chant

echo the words,
poor girl

dye the dark
and let go

of it all
and the words

cold sweaty confusion,
shallow breathing,
all details forward,
this pain,
the ambulance,
the doctor's hands,
in their faces my faith.

a brand new light,
a brand new drive,
once through it all,
if only, if only...

my eulogy....

[?]

it's okay.
we all grow
in their hearts
in their reconstructed stories.

such a waste.

should i live up
into that character,
if it's still time?

mountains lay ahead
like dark seas, starless skies

the thickness of a blind fear

death's inviting hand,
its fullness of nothing

the gravel awaits the steps

no yellow brick road, no one
who'd join, for a bit, the journey

can an absence grow a heart?

all but mirages

every bridge
every reach

just as hopeless

Did you ever spill salt
over a slug, saw it being ****** up?

Did you ever take a flame
near a spider, saw it being twisted?

Did you ever scold a kid
in a grounding voice, saw his will grinded?

Senseless time, senseless routines,
senseless solitude: salt, flame, grind.

Can anyone pass me the pepper, please?
I'll fade in the chill but in a spicy hot blast!

Hey, hey, gather around,
ashes went cold and the wind blows!

Of toads and kisses, green peas and geese
i bring you no news, but of the fair lady
hidden in closure, cinderella her given name!

We all know how dazzling
in the ball she showed;
his hand in her waist,
oh, they could have danced
all night and a life!

Here is the true story yet untold:
the charming prince, you see,
left with a single shoe,
soon found another fit

for standardised shoes
- just that size! -
walked by in all feet.

And so the blond cinderella
turned grey and his gown
lost the diamond gloss;

her heart was handcrafted
- oh, but not easier than a shoe
to be shown as the true one!

The prince grew into a king,
his wife  launched a fashion
shoe line (CEO the godmother!),

cinderella kept being... cinderella,
in all lights and nights; maybe
you've seen her, wandering in wonder...

frozen flow in
walls of liquid ice

my hands
whose hands

time in tip toes
round and round

musical box
turned over

the tin soldier
sails his boat

steadfastly
for a danseuse

mirrors shed
who i see

say my name

please say my name

and this mist inside
will dawn in the alarm
of self awareness

please say my name

fill the outline of me
and this unrest
will engulf the dam

please say my name

and say it gently
as if you'd have found me
finally

say it gently
as if you'd want to kiss me
deeply

please

as i grow my waist line
and tiredness yawns
over all the to-do's
and the days going by
add infinites of idontgiveashit

one thing i know for sure

this lover i did not kiss
this embrace i could not reach
this charm in that unbreakable mirror

will be the only story
i'll believe to have lived

and in the stupor of the decadents
i will be smiling
i
me
as he would have seen me
if it could have been

a bell, twice, vacuum hiss
the elevator squeal
                                  should've known
                                  should've known
high heels
above
                                 moving away
laughter
bikes bumping
down the stairs
                                a bell, twice, vacuum hiss
                                the elevator squeal
can you help me
can you help me
                                banana and cinnamon cake
                                bed sheet lashing
kitchen closet bang
                                    leave me
                                    have me
a bell, twice, vacuum hiss
the elevator squeal
                                   a telephone calls
                                   insistently calls
a door slamming
                                   a bell, twice, vacuum hiss
                                   the elevator squeal
stay
help me
help me to die
                                    plastic bags
                                    groceries falling
                                    angry gross old voice
a bell, twice, vacuum hiss
the elevator squeal
                                      steps
                                      rustling in the hall way
a door opening 
                                      no one
                                      would you
a door closing
                                       water filling a bath tub
a bell, twice, vacuum hiss
the elevator squeal
                                        *******

buried my feet
in the river bed
deep in a freezing time
incapable to choose to flow or drown

got rid from the sand
looked for wings
tried a life-lift in the aurora
the heart heavy on a love consistency

neither sandy or fancy
could ground me or root me
all fails its gravity pull
extraneously i stare the flutter of my feet

the wormy crawling

carving
pricking

a swarm hum
this sick agony
of stone wet cold

wrackful certitude
of the unseen

a pebble amongst pebbles
found to be thrown far

forgotten

an old fishermen village

narrow streets
unaware of time
asleep in the sun

ancient presence
of fishermen
and their nets
women seeking
the horizon
eyes narrowed in distress

ghostly presence

i stayed for hours
the tide flood in
violently
and went low
violently

i stayed
sat still
and watched
the clock mechanism
a gear
moving the earth
to the right
moving the sun
to the left
to sink it all
colours and light

and the fishermen
lit their pipes
and thought of
their women
and their warmeness

ghostly presence

an old deserted village
of dead fishermen
and their drowned women
the wreck of it all
in the haunting growl
of a nocturne sea

wintry sun,
brief,
byplay yard
shadowed in cold

and yet

powdering
golden tones,
drafting
a fire, a mirage.

heyday adjourned.

ethereal hibernaculum
of the light,
tilting floret in
full-blown decay.

spoiler alert: #implicitly mature, in some way...#


TAKE 1
a bench. a garden.
the guy: *yeah, ***, to **** my way through,
so, i'll be on my way.
the girl: (silence).
close-up: the guy, his back.
fade.

TAKE 2
a car. in the front seats.
no sun set.
the girl: yeah, but it is not worth it, so.
the guy: yeah.
panoramic: a street. cars passing by.

TAKE 3
total darkness.
a voice whispers a scream.
the guy: why can't i *******?!
the girl: (silence).
total darkness.
the guy again.

TAKE 4
a river. a wooden fence.
the girl. leaning.
close-up: her hands.
the girl: (silence).
her hands. a cat comes by.
the cat moves away.
panoramic: the river, the back of the girl.
high noon. no shadows.

row, row your boat
- how rough may
be the lull to afloat!,

raw, raw this float!,
how dull the day
in falsetto note! -

bow not, flee the cote,
to the lake of fairy way
row, row your boat!

houston, come in, houston, i told her to stay put, houston!, but she wouldn't listen, houston!, she let it all flood in and it spread all over, houston!, she said she was digging it all but she knew nothing, come in, houston!, i tell her it will all fade away but she says she is making it all flow out, houston!, she is getting out, houston,

this is houston. we hear you, clear and sound. and we don't give a ****.

gentle rain,
flavouring the night
with earthly spring scents,

soak this land,
make it pregnant

- a marsh
or a pond,

white nenufars,
damselflies,
fireflies,

shimmering glows
for blinding the doom...!

yeah you did
and now you don't
'cause this furry one
pulled the carpet
on the oldie and her
smashing umbrella
and finally
took his revenge
even texted it in 140 plain
characters or less
yeah i ate the tweety
and it made me burp but
this putty tat taught the tage
#thehellwiththebirdie

the girl is sitting
in the door step
in the back of the house

pans in the kitchen
melting caramel scent
smothered voices
in the old radio

kids are playing
bikes and dolls

a hammer
an electric buzz
men repairing
or building

the girl is still

don't move
don't talk
don't dare

she accepted the fear

she doesn't know
no one is
holding her back

placid mirror
in the colding sun
reverberating yellow
in strokes of orange

a rusty dark floats
with a bluish touch
of an absence

the oarsman
is not there

the night cloak
roars nearby

dance and dance away

enhance that beat
a compass of you
a pitch of high

dance dance that way

round the fire
a walking pulse
preparin' the flight

dance a rising sway

drums' echo rumble
****** and rattle
the bracelets

dance and dance away

close the night
enclose the dark
foster that tempo

dance your dancin' way

call on that rhythm
across a note of blue
comp in colour the chords

dance dance

maybe he'll stay
willing to dance

to dance

to my dear me,
appearing still in three d

i remember you
playing catch with me
trying to out run me
childishly and laughing

i remember you
grimacing a svelter figure
composing a pose
with some lover

i notice often now your alarm
for this unidimensional you
gets plural in the downing of days
and you look for which of me is you then

but which of you is me then
is really what's troubling you
because don't you see it you're growing flat
and i surely dream not of roundness

so dear me in such a
dimension of extinction
oblige me and let me catch you
you my antumbra from my point of view

you run out of light i am a lesser pale shade of you
we know we shall fully fit into a penumbra

                                                       ­                                  your devoted shadow

A hasty hiss, roaring, engulfing all.

The shortest straw?! The sharpest sword!

gloom and misery
end happily, rebirth-day
for being human

white roses
dyed in loss
roses of white
for bygones
thorned white
of the absence
doomed memories
like rose petals

the kids in the graveyard
revisiting the childhood
of their friend
in their attained manhood

one's death is but a narrative in others' life

this?
far too unsuitable to be part of a story
leaching out blind whiteness from all pieces
no more thriving to call upon words

enough.

[explicit, immature or whatever]*

remember, sweetie, that time
i was crying i couldn't stop

you undressed me
as the steam concealed all mirrors
and the burbles echoed my sobbing

hush, hush, baby girl*, whispered
the milky softness of your hands
pouring shimmerly on my shoulder
washing away my tears
rising a tide from my thighs to
my ******* my *******
geminally arosing in your palms
your hands your polished nails your mouth
me dripping tepidly in your shivering

then, sweetie, then, remember,
and again, my fair lady, lay me within the play
shatter all mirrors and free this starry night

i step down
(again)
from the mercy of hope

i enter the deepness
of invisibility

                               this
                     wintry
             frozen
landscape

here
        i stand
        blinded
all by myself

conjuring time and
its sourly blurring
of awareness
into a slight regret of
a what

and

as i drift afar       into the mist

i cry and it is okay
because
there
d        is
a
  o      no
r

sunny springlike afternoon

birthday time almost

weekends make me throw up

easier going to work than here

silence and mourn for yesterday's feast

nobodyness attributes

that pseudonym gets friendly hi's

why can't i?

glacial era in a sunny springlike afternoon

really have to go out in the sun

she was a pretty little one
with her braid hair of yesteryears
in her eyes the mist of green forests
the await for a shinning armor

i got to keep her tainted clothes
in this confinement on death row

i'd carry your dreams
inspire you with visions of unseen
expire in the play of your hands

if only you'd believe my existence

Once upon a time:
that was the story
never to be told

but a serotinal wind
made the falling leaves
fly and vivid colours

looked for a canvas.
Blurred and unimpressive,
the story remains unread.

Quijote and Dulcinea
of fairy love dreams,
concealed brave heart,
unrevealed raving beauty,

I stare at my shadow
and I see you,
me, Dulcinea,
me, Quijote,

and I blame the ingenious
of this shadow play
for in the truthful sun light
we are naked and alone.

- Hey, birdie! Birdie!!

- Who is this, calling me?

- Would you sing me a song,
stand by me tonight?

- Sure, honey, but I have to tell you:
in a first date, my starter' always the guts!

- This feeling inside...
A sea sickness,
butterflies swirling
inside...
oh my...

- Hush hush,
my carving is almost done!

feverish, are we?,
don't panic, sweetie,
it's just a warmy bath,
here we go,
salty, right?,
and spicy,
yummy

insomnia
ghostly walk
amongst the sleepers

hushed scaly sound
driving lights fleeing
an image on a mirror

flashing moments
scattered memory screeching
rowdy cradling
                       dawn
                                dyed in red