i hope i will bang my head
on that ******* stone at least
four more times

i hope i will hit my head very hard and will have to endure a lot
and be in pain and bleed from at least four different hotels
i meant to write homes but it corrected itself
because i have turned my homes into hotels
making memories to never tell
but whisper them please

you are not waiting for me and this life is ungrateful
but let me hit my head again
on blue barks and tree branches
of oiled backs well wetted and
move backwards get easy

untangle myself
cross my legs and put another slab
of tongue on my chin
eat me
laminate my body and freeze my soul
there is only one way of having me

even you are aware
i step out of my bed
as if i do not have anything to fall for anymore
as if i am descending
stairs of bubble rooms, clay masques, sundown, saliva, ultra violence

lies there
procrastinates outside
and (as in a dream) no one that was affected by anything other than
the wind