the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Salvajes

Estas ahí en medio de la multitud, me voy aproximando, ya te estoy besando, ahora estamos solos,  tú estas brillando en la obscuridad con los ojos cerrados en goce, tus labios están liberando energía, sujeto a tus muslos azotamos nuestras frentes y dejamos que se nos derrame un beso. Dos salvajes fieras están librando una batalla.

Perfume

03:07 a.m. En este momento inhalo y pienso... Hay polvo a nuestro alrededor brotando debajo de nosotros, que si tuviera luz, nos haría ver en las estrellas.

Revolver

Estoy sujetando tu cuello como si sujetara un revolver, mi pulgar esta en tu labio y lo acaricio como a tu frente mientras duermes en mi pecho, el otro dedo quiere jalar el gatillo pero no sabe si esta en tu yugular, escondido entre tus cabellos o en algún lugar de tu nuca, una gota de sudor cae... Al mismo tiempo que nosotros, abatidos dejando que todo se moje con nuestra lluvia.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art