Hey men I hate you
Mee too
You woman
I man
You left and hurt
Came
Like a China tale
I man
You woman
Hate your lips and ***
Your skinny little finger
An all my body drenched in sweat
I woman
You man
Hate you all day
Yesterday
Some ants were killed
With my sole
Thinking on the time
You were with another man
And two and three
Or when you passed away
I man
You woman
Bone with bone forevermore

Dilettante my love my wine
How many are you in there
How your young mind
Grows to disgust of finished things
All are one so never to be done
All are you so never to be one
Dilettante of everything
All the dreams of dreams asleep
For never to accomplish
What another man dreams
Dilettante of it all
Pleasurable being
That simply waits for sleep
and it never truly comes
Eyes, on cupboards and melted cheese
As useless as a broken
ball
The cloud is you're thing
The cloud and the grass
The grass
The grass

A good-looking tree informs my visit
a simple minded man rolling my feet
soil dressed by
wet moss
And the horns of the city
In the silent totality  
like the laughter of the street
Boys of infinite wisdom
Eyes turned into nothing
Setting their glaze on the prize
The Mound living soundly as a weeping caress You live in here
You were born into this The lines of hell
The waiting hours
The desperate flies
hanging as to disappear And  yet
How laughable it all is and her pair of legs Coming out of there
Like an insult to
cornered souls
In the neverness of it all
Men delights to see fallen men
Delight on horrors yet
what little do they know
when an empty
Glass picks at their Strings
And run away to see other men fall

I, who did not want to see
nothing but clouds
predicting already
A snow storm
I was full of snow
Without going to school
In Mexico City
Snow?
cries the Director
Get into your class room
And stop seing clouds!
Cirrus were the guilty
For my scolding
The snow never came
The clouds passed ... ... ...
like grammar
about
My head
Clouds that can only be seen
by those who do not study
One day, I remember
I left my chair
Full of ****
the teacher did not let me go to the bathroom

the flies sleep
the POPes fall
stares and incense
water as a Firefly
climbing
dreams
and bites
lying down women
the scared child
*** chairs
honeyed ****
the Coco box
and sustained meals
used oil
molden hands
the erectile *****
with its cursed spring
the blind of the underground
tremble like leaves
mosquitoes
the endless war
for conformity reasons of
intense sentimentality
the juices from my waste
and waste
together as butter eyes
look for the lock
skins and commas
they come up and sit
where are the atoms?
the formulas
that is not a complaint or a
wet towel waiting
the laughter of ***
and happy *******
nails that do not
spend liars aloud
death does not rest
newspapers
newspapers
good to make a fire
is not necessary
to name them
delete all written in the
last three lines
and the simple duplicity of the intelligent
and their hopes of importance
When this ends or Announces
like fans in the Sun
the amendment continues
inexorable asphyxia
burn, rises as one
exquisite betrayal of the senses
the look and the perception
unfold within the bed
filled with needles in terrible ways
as vanity that passes
near avenues and springs
It does not defile
or attack the beasts
resting like a mountain
sacred mirrors
and the ghosts that spit
two stones
just to shake your lungs
and they are regarded as a
wall of the snot
devouring
air and Sun and rain and dreams

Why should I bend?
Night has qualms with destroyed souls
Only the hiss of the former days
Can restore the mattress of time
Should I repeat my self
on end higher than this?
Night becomes great deeds never uncovered
Like a woman's despair
Her self
Vigilant of departed cats
Dreaming silences
The street at her cover
Shines where there are
No more sighs
She mingles in poverty
Tries her luck as a natural state
Soul of dust paved on glory
Night seems nor dark nor dull
She steps into my soul
Dying ember suffocated
On mane.

Find a safe spot to hide and start a dream, being in a dark room is the safest bet, do it even if you have to dream while going to work, otherwise, enter the cinema and choose a boring movie (a comedy will suffice). Don't sit near the alley. Also, flatten the seats; sleep while sitting can be a disaster. If you have the stem of a tomato, smell it to dream in color. Be sure to start with the most irrational mental image possible!
Turn your body to the right so that the left side of the brain drains the blood to the right hemisphere. Before the real dream starts, be sure to say to you, "I want to change my soul".