Too many steps too drunk
an outsider
infatuated
with the outside decadence
a 30-day-old poet
taming his extinction
grasping for existence
breathing the sidewalks
as an addiction
calling street life
the pulp of everything
right here
civilization as a theory
the grid of rebellion
on this Rorschach
while the chanting epochs
intoxicate us
with their
darkness
in the streets
in the steps
of drunken
us.
No me llames
cínico
solo porque tengo
los ojos abiertos
ante la
masacre
no me llames
nihilista
solo porque tengo
mil existencias
en mutua
discordia
no me llames
pesimista
solo porque tengo
ganas de ver
el semblante del
caos
no me llames
desesperanzado
solo porque tengo
lágrimas rojas
como ríos en mi
destino.
learn meanings
asphyxia
coated roughness
in tender existence
panic so beautiful
you call it
god
learn the noise
behind the word
lurking behind
a search
so silent
you call it
drums
learn abyss
a fall
inevitably soft
dismemberment
asunder
you call it
peace
learn meaning
holding the concept
explosions
ready to kill
the unity of thought
you should call it
jackpot!
este monólogo
no es interno
ni externo
es una línea
intermitente
aislada
que empieza
sin fundamentos
y termina sin
razones
es una procesión
de vocablos
sin sustancia
ni educación
son ideas inconclusas
teorías perezosas
juicios perniciosos
reacciones sin causa
una romería
en el mapa ambiguo
del ayer
hoy
mañana
un sonido
supino
como un eco moribundo
en la
tabula rasa
del
pensamiento.
Happiness
is the fly
on the tip of my nose
that with the slightest
twitch
flies away
Happiness
is my beard
made of many individual
studs
always shaggy
thus never uniform
Happiness
is rebound love
a one-night stand
after I met Joy
before I knew Grace
Happiness
is my tongue
quiet and sparing
but drooling
for the divine
Happiness
is happiness
a rare antique
from my childhood’s
sleep.
Necesito
la mano del curandero
dedos sabios
acariciando mi espíritu
dolor tan moderno
que solo la raíz tropical
apacigua este declive
indígena de voz rítmica
dos largas colas
posol lleno de paciencia
un rezo que ruega
recorrer el cielo y la tierra
en esos ojos de negrura
todo es sacrificio
todo es bendición
dolor tan moderno
con el viento del sacrificio
las velas queman la cera
una tras otra
ya se siente el humo blanco
como una esencia
digerida
The iris
expands
way beyond
the circumference of light itself
that stare you give me
makes my skin
rockhard reptilian
immersion is your talent
deluge as dissatisfaction
till I drown from inertia
your heart is a fish
in the reddest sea
my bait is saline love
your iris is a flying saucer
abducting my hope
nothingness is two feet away
but I’m afraid to look
in this sad world of ours
eyes should have been
history’s greatest revolution.
I was walking down
the streets
trying to perfect
my pronunciation
of the word
meaninglessness
I repeated it
frequently aloud
meaninglessness
meanínglessness
meaningléssness
meaninglessnéss
for a while I stopped
to look up at the
starry night
standing on bridges
and stare at the
water below
skim through neighborhoods
in dim artificial twilight
but then
I continued
meaninglessness
meaninglessness
like a meaningless
obsession had taken
hold of me
meaninglessness
meaninglessness
till suddenly
it was no longer a word
but absolute noise
I carried on
that night
in that meaningful chaos
that laid before me.
I am caught
inside the instant
of capture
my life a
photograph
in your unphotogenic hands
I am waiting
for the broadcasting
of shadows
in my primetime doubts
a ringtone of astrology
guiding me into my sins
I am needing
autoplay in my decisions
long playlists of pseudotruths
in my routine as an
answering
machine
that has
no
answers.
nihilistic poetry
Beyond Language 
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