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highway to nowhere,
the pleasing
hot
breeze
in my head again.
my life starts now.
light up a cigar
with mourning fire.
blood boiling in
anxiety.
morning fire.

up in the sky,
angels dance in
foreing torsions.
(lust is the engine
of the world)
scattered distorsions.
ethic-moral-rationality.

eyes leaking out of
the sliced throat.
an ancient greek comedy.
bones cracking in
panic gestures.
no disaster.
(end of second act)

knife rises to
set-free the
newborn.
no pain.

heart opened up
in two,
and in the middle,
love.
brains bursting in
bold erections.
heaven (there)
hell (heathen, among us)
big purple clouds,
night-resurrection.

confessions bring
confusion.

the desert...oh! the desert.
my lungs are filled with dust.
san pedro's highway.
are you going someway?
highway to nowhere.
devotion to pleasure,
brings obscure light.
faith has no measure.
are you going near?

boiling liquid flowing free
down there.
down the coaly shore,
where moon's waiting
for me.
(darkness always brings
light).

calm, loneliness whispering,
in sharp noises.
water is near.
calm,the hatred king
burdens his death.
zany fools driking,
celebrating.
(end of third act)
a nice young
golden dog,
barks,
joyful.
i think it's
smiling.

following confusion:
vigil nights,
unstructured rhytms.
the timing of
loneliness.

everytime, searching.
everything, nothing.

emotions in
motion,
no reaction.
close coming
determined full moon.
a journey
searching
understanding.

what am i expecting to
receibe?
the same i give away
with my foolish
acting?

(cannot remember
my dreams)

why is always
such a mess
sharing?

(dreaming is
searching)

endless red
sky. filling
concrete with
tired, golden
leaves.

eyes moving,
tightening.
veins full of
blood,
feeling.

is that
freedom?

outside,
a beatiful warm
afternoon,
smiles.
#1
heavy raindrops
drown in teardrops.
surprise.
my hands soaked
in black burning
desperation.

(cannot hide
my face right now)

i've lost you.

turning towards
night.
lonesome late
silence
bursting down the street.
unnoticed
all-night
selfdestruction.

(cold wind won't
lie)

i've lost you.

empty taste
of your light white skin,
porcelain peel.
drunk bare
fingertips
down your
back.
back and forth.

i've lost you.

oily morning
light,
once again.
hurting my
mutilated eyes.

my body in pieces.
cursed/blessed.

somewhere there,
lying on the ground,
crying,
making no sound.
truth.

a new day
had found me.
warm beer
sleeping near
empty bed.

i've lost you.

— The End —