I used to watch your ****,
shamelessly, naked, here,
on my mother's couch, alone.

I used to watch your ****,
until the sunrising and my
hand felt dumb 'til the morn.

I used to watch your ****,
reminiscing nights of *****
as Jesus set as stone.

I used to watch your ****:
but then I stalked you on Facebook™
and find out you have a life
and find out you have a baby
and find out you have an old spanish husband
who's got scars, and tattoos, and smoke cigarettes,
and find out you got ugly
as the years and years passed by
in a careless whisper, of all the nights
I used to watch your ****.

I've watched a video on hamsters™
that reminded me of you
between your riddles and answers,
the tired mother on the rearview mirror.

Many times do I wonder
as you opened the door
with your yellow hair
falling on shoulders
nothing to say
naked
nothing to do
as you stroked and stroked
and stroked.

"Do you love me
- like I do?"


But then again I'm also doomed
to slit my wrists under the moon:
that same old moon, already missed.

Black rickety bridges
upon bayous and flowers
Stephen King's novel, then devoured:
let's go to Albuquerque,
and count the rings
around my eyes.

(their waiting to get warm..)

They lost the ignorance.
They took a shuttle
and burnt the witches
down down in Seattle:
made your own mother
a watery bad of waffle.

(How come are you
still drunk, Michael?)

Lana del Ray is singin'
in our backyard - and I
never felt so hard: close.

Up, up, up!
He's back!
She ain't never come-in' back!
She ain't never come-in' back!

Where's your apartment?
Where's your apartment?
How's Annie? How's *Annie?

And as we get undress
by the sparkling image
of a Jennifer-Love-Hewitt
randomly on our TV -
we too are turned on.

Turn the TV on.
Turn the TV on.

You smile, gal. You smile.
You smile and say Hi Daddy -
as I penetrate you with my gun.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

There you go, she said.
She always do.
Like she should.
Oh, oh, oh… Oh.

Cigarette puffs and
morning bluffs
all tied down to
some handcuffs
ugly girl's poem
petty little problem
on my handkerchief
on my lost soul of
slime, treachery and
fruit colored nails
and your own scuff -
who said you hurt?

Come. Come. Come again.

And as the elevator
lit itself up your thighs
you touch my lemon -
and you smile.


I finally transcended my sword
and I'm bound to an unlit world
as I spill my yogurt on your curves.

Now.. Why so insecurr??

The makeup falls from your eyes
as we shower after the last fix -
I kiss your lips, and you kiss mine.

I wonder: does it feel like this,
to be alive? To live, dance and die?

My darling, the water is warm
and you smile with your eyes.
Our own bodies are warm
and we dive like a lonely drop
in a long forgotten ocean.

I kiss your white body!
Oh, nights of restless sleep:
how far could it go so steep?
Stick around: you might find.
The streets are all gone empty.

How I wish we'd be like this - forever!
But to wish is to possess, and forever
is just another useless unwanted caress.
Too much joy, now: let's go back
to the days of honey, to the days
of glamorous ****** addiction.

My love: it's to late now.
Gonna kick tomorrow.

You're the Devil
with your firing eyes
calling me, haunting me
you who wants me,
you who hound me,
you who love me -
and hates me and ates me,
breaks me and shakes me.

Why, why? Enough, enough!

Sick addictions, poor afflictions,
I fade into you, I fade into you!
listen, listen… I tried my best:
but I couldn't.

And so I drown.

We work at three
'til the last of moons
crumbles in the sea.
We work for thee:
we work at noon.
Our life's a noun
our love's a crown
for bitter hell spawn
from some tortured
simple little sounds
of babies and fingers
and nails - not found.

Hush, now.

Our love stand still
our job's our will
far from secret thrills
we'll buy your will -
and even your father's
white ancient windmill.

It's a strange circuitry
our nature - ain't it?

Jamal doesn't talk:
he's been lying on
our friendly ground
'til we start to walk
'til he look like chalk.

Jamal, Jamal!,
what have you done?

You used to run free
with your brothers,
your sisters and me
- with the sirens happily
and merrily on the beach,
the Sun did set and you
and me and Ahmed
smoked and prayed
for a better day yet
you sold your soul
to the corporation
to the inflammation
to the ignorant creation
to the culture-starvation
// and you drink coffee
you go out at night
with your fine Armani suit
with your firing gun shoot
with your babbling babbling
lil' baby girl ain't a baby no mo'
lil' baby girl ain't a baby no mo'
she shoot she shoot she shoot
- to make the point is moot.

Where is your ancient fire?
Where is your cool, laid-back
tongue that spoke of Youth?
Where are your tambourines
and wings and strings and flutes?

They finished shooting the sky.
They finished. They finished.
The war is over. Glory hallelujah!
Your wife is gone. Her baby, too…
Now you don't know
how to walk at night
as you don't remember
nightmares of a butterfly.

You don't remember
nightmares of a butterfly
you don't remember
nightmares of a butterfly.