I’m all black ink
an exile sketch
varicose vein in the night
scents and trends
lead me to your derelict niches
porcupines of light piercing the dance floor
a thousand shiny faces of techno
human tentacles
up in the air
exit
two stars
over my astray skull
if I could sculpt
this eccentricity
into
art.
Beyond Language 
very cool poem, pablo. i particularly like these words and phrases;
exile sketch
your derelict niches
porcupines of light
two stars
over my astray skull
I really like the imagery of your poem…you create both sight and sound with it…nicely said.
Thanks for listening. ^_-
I love this.. I can almost hear your voice, amazing!