Hangovers

I defecate my feelings, for my stomach hurts every time I fall in love.

Moments collapse under the weight of demands

A change of style, a change in time, one-night stands.

Skinny hands emerged from empty bottles

Boxing gloves jerking off my thoughts

I spread my ideas all around your beds

Emphasized existence through dandy events.

Cemented hearts, fortified souls

No way in, keep the search alive;

A struggle to puke away into the night

Among choking strangers, a glamorous vibe

A compelling speech I might say

A fear that survives strong winds

A need to run on the wither fields

But emotions brutally slither

Burning my stomach, hit after hit

Until I have to take another shit.

toys for the wicked

steps behind shadows, a flesh stuffed soul;

some aim high and others go low

in western transactions, jammed in a new culture
hard to escape

that rattish butcher; he carves slowly

in those strange hearts; a different beat.

 that amber oblivion embraced in peace

by the East; hollowed bodies, minimalistic machines

enraptured by light in dark places

they never call back, they never come back

and people can still hear their wavering steps

fading away from the nest, a trail of rejections

a past that needs a replay. 

Random thoughts divided by 2

This strange feeling crossing patterns, divided by rules

Fear and confusion another great defeat against the morning freeze

We feel the loving breeze which hits and leaves

Green is yellow and no one cries for the autumn leafs

It’s about acceptance baby, it’s about deception baby

It’s about the masked thieves

Empty spaces, empty rooms, waiting for a crystal clear laugh

For a blink, for a kiss

Lips burned under bliss.

A raw sugar waiting to be absorbed, coffee grounds, blackened teeth

Smells like morning cigarettes

Your skin in deep I search, the endless constellations on your back;

divine like a glass of strong whiskey,

in the moonlight you sit on my mind, straying thoughts

searched for your weedy breath under a bleached skyline

A brief introduction, a longer seduction

Ended in kisses and sweat drops sliding on your breasts.

Smokey awaits me and fire and your favorite sweater.

Snowflakes hit your window, eat’em for breakfast

No strings attached, it’s just a glass of milk and scrambled eggs

It’s just for fun, fun on a bun,

No harm done!

Reddish candles create a fairytale in which you dive almost drowning

Too much salt, too many numbers for the cipher

A closed vault.

Keep a 21 in your mind

Feel young for one time that lasts a year, ten or more

Fed me like a dying whore

Give me all whiskey, gin and three packs of nicotine

I’ll snort you like my special K, follow you, running like Speedy

I’ll do you in the hey, I’ll trash the place, hence you’ll live with me

Your back I'll carve deep; defining human constellations.

In love with images created by myself

I surf away on buses and trains, searching in vain for my plane

Bring me back to Earth, bring me back to dirt!

I must restore my trust in talking meats

Clean the dust for my new books on defeats.

Being given two variables

Until I get it right, I will be in a directly proportional change

with the establishment that might act as a cage

for a new human rage!

Hexavalent chromium keeps you on the boat

A flesh covered by plastic skin, burnt hair, dead cells offered to the bin.

She tries and she dies in minutes of abjection, a truth lies in lies;

Misery defined by the rich, beauty standardized in kitsch

And she struggles to attain a desired form, in her ignorance

eyes melt under chemicals, her vanity with technical influences

kills the natural, fake rides, empty heart, doors shut, knowledge abolished by masses.

Brainwashed crawlers rip their flesh for a new model

Glass shards pierce their bulging eyes spraying blood on her fancy shoes,

A satisfying imagery for the fools, a grotesque beauty for an exigent jury;

But who’s to blame when words embark on deaf journeys? hitting hard

a rocky ear, a pointless spear which misses a hidden target camouflaged by

cream and a hot steam of ignorance; obsessed minds tired of thinking resume

to a continues face  clicking, to satisfy their sexual needs, now transformed in bytes and mega

this is their saga without any gods or demons, it’s just about the human females and blinded followers;

estranged human race, they have to face a meltdown of feelings

because this is the plastic world embraced by all.