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Yeah I drink Gin too,
so what?
Sure, my favourite Springsteen
album is 'Nebraska'.
It means nothing.

At one point we even smoked the
Same brand of cigarettes,

Not anymore.
I can move on,
Can you?

And maybe I stole the underwear you were
wearing the night you lost your virginity.

I was there,
It doesn't mean I own you.

The black headband around my wrist,
reminds me of hospitals, oceans and parks.
But not you.

It was the night I scrawled
"Will you marry me?"
In chalk on the balcony wall.

You just smiled, drunk.
And looked away.

And I knew that it was over.

So I keep drinking Gin.
And I listen to that one Springsteen album.

But in the end,
it still means nothing.

Suddenly, I squeeze my eyes shut, like blocking the black hole
sucking all of reality
away into
the foamy screams
of the devouring sea.
I would sacrifice myself to deafness, like a thoughtful creature,
and gently place
my shaking hands
over your ears
with awkward grace.
Bring you closer to my lips, I want to share my thoughts
the safest way I think
would be as
slowly as we kiss,
remembering every moment.
It is in you and me, but we swore we did not see.
We did not hear what we did sing.
We did not speak what we do think.
How does this change the fervent heat
I feel under my clothes
like the rain
has no chance
to defeat and take control?
My heroine, I'm slowing down.
I'm amphetamine at a crawl.
Evil
has no chance,
at all,
to defeat
and take control.

dark,
romantic eyes
flash glances at me
as they slowly and tenderly
caress my body
with their warmth.

they stare deep into my soul
and i find myself
having to
look away
scared of the power
they have over
me.

this feeling causes fear
to spread throughout my body.
because while there is
so much to gain,
there's just as much to lose.

but i force myself to
refocus my eyes on yours.
because i know,
you'll never lead me astray.

- I meet your eyes
you don't even see me
You hardly respond
when I whisper
hello
Could be my soul mate
two kindred spirits
Maybe we're not
I guess we'll never
know

My own mother
you carried me in you
Now you see nothing
but what I wear
People ask you
how I am doing
You smile and nod
don't let it end
there

Put me
underneath God's sky and
know me
don't just see me with your eyes
Take away
this mask of flesh and bone and
see me
for my soul



alone

Transgressive themes, do not read if you're easily offended.

( Try and Limits. )

i have too many fantasies
procrastination aside,
i have too much brain to think
about what i want so i
am never really sure
which is the cure, the remedy,
which is the poison,
and which one i prefer,
in the end.

i look at you and i think that
you are pretty
so in my head your hair is still grey
and your mouth a thin line
but your eyes, they only focus on me
and oh, your body
i am honest, i just close my eyes
and i tell you that this is what i see

a fantasy
or many other vivid dreams
confuse my head
my body knows what it wants
but my mind longs for what?
poison, remedy,
neither, both,
fantasies involving you on top,
underneath,
or involved in a platonic experiment
where all we do is talk?
but that’s already real life to me

you know what they say about scorpio’s
repressed sexuality
escalates into vivid fantasy
imagine that

so, procrastination aside
i have too much brain
to decide whether or not
i want the fantasy to come to life

editors

when i sent them the manuscript
they said, "this is probably the first time
a blond-haired, blue-eyed man has been named
isidro." but that was all they said.

snow

no one hears the silence
the right way.
they are thinking only
of their cars.

and another, less important

my voice

i got a cough. and, i stopped writing poetry.
and, i took to watching squirrels on the power lines
during the day. and, i read all of dylan thomas
and he said it better. every time i go to write
my mother calls. it's like she has
a radar. we are neighbors, so
i guess it could be worse.
i guess she could come over.
(more often than she does.)
my fiance stays in his office all day.
he closes the door most of the time
and only assholes talk about writing, so
that's all you need to know right now.