So you say elephants don't fly
Or that malice was a brute
Out of a cave
But I still adore your legs
Even If you snore while caressing
My belly
Then I go for another line
A beer
And scream out the window
You in bed showing those legs
Dreaming about whales and foam

I forgot I could jump
From a higher height
Since a child a dream haunts
My waking hour
Like a private eye of my soul
Once I jumped and swore
From an impossible height
On the reality and confusion
Of truth
And dream
Memory alike
Yesterday I jumped aggain
This time into the ocean
i fell
There was a mare
A white mare
And lost friends

when I think I loose
something goes to places of comfort
a sort of lattice with no edge
thinking is for ******* or simply graduates
my sole solace is to sleep
no waking for a single heap
women are somnambulist
with *** appeal
the brute will inherit the earth just wait and see
or don't
do as you please if you can

of all the sand and the rage
there is only one cause
to be either an elephant or a dog
the silence creeps on bad writers
I alone stiffen the rod to heaven
not a believer but in a certain gods
who played the fields and ****** hard
humans and animals alike
a sort of cruel joy
we moderns **** but its all we've got
bark and **** and eat dream
you can only be sad
strength to raise up every day
to see ugly faces with ugly jobs
and ******* preoccupations
where is the passion crime?
Ah my left arm for a solid love
bed and drink and be left alone

I guess old age is not
Collecting SS in the street
Beggars go with pesos alone
And I drift in my car
Into a parking lot
With a sealed stamp 4 pesos to
Let me out
Wrinkled faces with a plastic cup
Its a hellish life we lead
Expanding our qualms
Move slow slow slow
Old age will come

Be not your self
There is naught
So and sow
Be not yourself
Like a timeless moon
And drink to my fervent
soul
My flesh and bones

Barbed wire and lights
Bycicles with no lights
Atop abandoned plains where
Dried hair plough
A dark skin with fences on the brow
Like a messed up soul
As beautiful as as a pond
There are smiles
From the foul stench
Breast and a slave
To temper and soul