"bastardo" poems
En la grana de un prado sanguíneo
o en un bosque de cabezas cercenadas,
la viuda reclama la carne
de un párvulo ********
Allí donde entonan sus voces
un coro de lamentos disonantes.
Reniega de su apetito
la matriarca del barrio francés
Pues los gritos de Joliet
no inquietan su consciencia,
cosechan en cambio,
un jardín de culposos deleites
Placeres como solo admite,
la maquiavelia de una gioconda
que envuelta en lujosos atavíos
extiende sus garras al inocente
.
Ni hablar del perjurio voraz,
que oculta a la fantasía
la marea virgen del infortunio
y el propio siniestro.
La desesperación de una madre
que devora a sus hijos con el don de Saturno.
Para la que no hay erotismo
sino aquel que evoca
el rigor cadavérico.
Vapores que ascienden
desde el lecho en descomposición,
y alimentan su magia.
Celebran el cruento dolor del infante,
con la mirada de espanto
apenas visible en el carmesí
de sus finas pestañas
Porque es claro como la luna
y tan cierto como la muerte
que en la viuda no hay gozo,
sin el grito que desgarra la noche.
Sin la brea que desciende
sobre el horizonte,
y la angustia que acompaña
la pasión de la masacre.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
In my office me and Gonzo waited speaking on deep issues
with no true meaning as usual.
Bastardo's heart had been broken for Drew had left him a beaten and
love bitten luchador slash attorney.
Senior Gonzo speaking endlessly to the hat rack had reminded me why
I never dropped acid anymore.
Poor gonzo had just been served with divorce papers to which
his only response was ****** amigo i never knew i was married.
As his attorney i belived a trip to mexico was outta the question for i had just got back do to some well a misunderstanding its legal
jargin you couldnt possibly understand.
His deadline was near and without my solid advise this man wouldnt be able to pull it off so being we had been in the bar for more than
eight hours we decided to make a exit through the mens room window.
Front doors are over rated.
In my legal office slash camper hey eveyone starts somewhere
okay.
I was reminded of my loved hellcat Drew
she had left many items here a satanic bible her boil cream.
how I did mis rubbing her webbed toes.
How was i to work Gonzo was a mess hidding under the table
so the ginger bread people couldnt find him
and return him to there bitter talentless leader
Kate Perry i swear if you stab me one more time senior gonzo
with that fork in my maracas im going to get medevile on your ***
Oh how i missed my tag team partner drew.
i should never have introduced her el man donkey who
resist such a uhh personallity.
But now here I sit with a madman under my table tripping his
***** off insisting I contact Simon Cowell to inform him
man tities are so yesterday.
If only I had gotten the Lindsy Lohan case I would finally have gotten my brake or maybe just a std.
Oh well theres always hope Mel Gibson will need me.
The road warrior was a true classico and he seemed so well
balanced compared to my reallity challenged cilent.
Remember kids if ever you have a chance to trip with senior Gonzo
its probaly best you hide all sharp objects.
adios Bastardo
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
The scene was chaos almost like black friday at El Wallmarto.
people being pushed around by gringo's who didnt
even own a pair of spandex tights.
Or even know the glory of winning a no holds barred naked lumberjack
with a ***** splintter match.
The people needed a hero.
they screamed for the legends return please poppi
save us from the ordinary.
My amigo's were persecuted and i sat helpless traped across the boader do to a bogus lack of green card.
I must have left it in my other tights.
but once again like a old man on crystal **** and ****** the champion has returned to claim his crown.
And to shake his groove thing all over Hello once again.
With the strength of a small well shaved bear.
And the eye's of a low flying seagull I shall drop some splatters
of wisdom apon my fellow amigos.
Chips and salsa for everyone .
no longer heartbroken from my hellcat seniorita Drew
yes her bite marks i wear proudly in places I need to tan.
Let the little gringos sing like pretty little birdies
and senoiritas run through the fields like in thoose not
so fresh comercials.
Go tell amigos everywhere pour the cervesa
For El ******** Rides again.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC
Ola amigos are you being harassed by a old woman
who ressembles a drag queen or worn crack *****
Then live in fear no longer.
Hello I am Mexican wrestling legend El ********
I will put my years of profesional wrestling experience to
great use taking this bully putting them into a headlock and
wrestling them to the ground having my way with them.
No worries my online degree has taught me how to deal wit cyber bully's very well.
I will hunt them down and bring them to the court of justice myself.
I represent many fine clients here please take my card.
turn it over im working on getting some.
Anyways you need help look no further than me.
Please come to me with any legal questions and join
the offices of El ********
When you need help our maybe just a cuddle
I am your one stop solution.
Thank you my friends.
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 6:10 AM UTC
Long after my injust exhile from this site I began a time of deep thinking.
And after many cervasas and long nights with ***** women I thought.
Where is my life going besides to the free clinic every other day to cure
the ******* of fire.
It was then I remembred a wise amigo a man amoungst many men
not because he was strange they just happend to all gather togather in that spot.
Unlike a bathhouse once I only went to a few times to have some male bonding
time and to enjoy a nice backrub.
But enough with my college years.
My once mighty amigo told me.
******** dont ever let them hold you back for the evil forces are many
yet you cant **** crazy well maybe with a gun but that would take many bullets amigo.
It was then i knew I must return to the land of Hello.
To bring joy to many and annoy young teenage writers who think vampires can walk around in daylight and werewolves run in large packs with other amigos in Alaska.
How I wish i lived there as well.
It had been far to long since this gravyard of like button zombies had taken off
there pants turned off the lights and had a hot oil ****
At least I hope that was oil.
It had been a cold summer south of the boarder but that doesnt mean there wasnt fire down below.
Much like with older women.
So I packed the pinto and like a really fast minded person moving at a well
much slower gear I was off.
For where there is a need there is well a place people
probaly want something to suit that need.
So spank my spandex wearing *** and call me MR Pickles.
Cause The ******** has returned amigos.
Ole!!!
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
Seguro que los diarios
no lo preguntarán
los árboles ¿serán
acaso solidarios?
¿digamos el olivo de jaén
con el terco quebracho de entre ríos?
¿o el triste sauce de tacuarembó
con el castaño de campos elíseos?
¿qué se revelarán de árbol a árbol?
¿desde westfalia avisará la encina
al demacrado alerce del tirol
que administre mejor su trementina?
seguro que los diarios
no lo preguntarán
los árboles ¿serán
acaso solidarios?
¿se sentirá el ombú en su pampa húmeda
un hermano de la ceiba antillana?
¿los de ese bosque y los de aquel jardín
permutarán insectos y hojarasca?
¿se dirán copa a copa que aquel muérdago
otrora tan sagrado entre los galos
usaba chupadores de corteza
como el menos cordial de los parásitos?
seguro que los diarios
no lo preguntarán
los árboles ¿serán
acaso solidarios?
¿sabrán por fin los cedros libaneses
que su voraz y sádico enemigo
no es el ébano gris de camerún
ni el arrayán ******** ni el morisco
ni la palma lineal de camagüey
sino las hachas de los leñadores
la sierra de las grandes madereras
el rayo como látigo en la noche?
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Doliente estaba, doliente, ese buen rey don Fernando;
los pies tiene cara oriente y la candela en la mano.
A su cabecera tiene arzobispos y perlados;
a su man derecha tiene los sus hijos todos cuatro:
los tres eran de la reina y el uno era ********
Ese que ******** era quedaba mejor librado:
abad era de Sahagund, arzobispo de Santiago,
y del Papa cardenal, en las Españas legado.
-Si yo no muriera, hijo, vos fuérades Padre Santo,
mas con la renta que os queda, bien podréis, hijo, alcanzarlo.
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sitting- staring being here right now
caring- loud enough to myself-in my head
grinding and chewing at my inner cheek- waiting for those pancakes
sipping- at my cafe the dry dark roast expresso from a can- it was frozen by my doing
I am a liar and I am a swooner- to myself I list these articles
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
I wondered the desert a lone luchador exiled from his home country .
I missed many things .
A warm bed to romance my many senioritas and a hot tub to enjoy underwater exploration .
The great dictator had banished ******** to wonder the dessert .
All because of the lack of a green card .
He was a evil man with orange hair and a small ***** but a man who understood sometimes you simply had to grab life by the ***** .
I admired that .
Although being a outcast in this desert made me wish I could challenge him to a no holds barred double *********** match .
Wear I would wrestle him.into submission .
I thought to myself ******** how can you allow this old lesbian to defeat you?
I decided to turn back and march myself to Washington for i was a man amongst many oiled and **** .
I tweaked my ******* and called across the desert .
Well actually I just called a uber.
I was off to challenge my opponent to a true battle of mono e mono .
A great debate on public access television .
For I ******** was going to run for president of the untied states .
I would change many things .
Making all drugs legal allowing free trade with Canada and finally allowing there people to cross freely into are country .
I would of course build the wall around New Jersey so no more terrible reality television shows could be produced .
I would issue all people knives and guns and make all vegans leave taking there ****** food with them.
I would also close all schools so as to prevent shootings and allow television to teach all the children what needed to know.
I would make ****** harassment punishable by spanking .
And I would make minimum wage a hundred pesos a hour .
I would rise to the level of other great presidents like Orson Wells and Elvis Presley.
Ole Ole Ole .
A vote for ******** is a vote for ******** what else do you think it is sugar britches .
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC