I want to be
a theologian
of the drowned
but the only scriptures
I find
are written
in smoke and laughter
I don’t just
want
to be your
drunken slave
I become the
condemning
priest
I am covered
in pussy
but I lack
the tongue
for your orgasm
the beat
plays as commandment
but there is no
Moses in this
subjectivity
involuntarily
I become
a mirror
where dark shadows
are reflected as light
Everything
mist
of
loneliness
every
human
thinking
of
being
something
every
single
human
dies
the
cause
behind
my
amalgam
of
fragments
as
timeless
as
the
first
thought
in
the
dawn
of
meaning.
and so
my unsystematic leisure
by better name
idleness
take a bottle of wine
to the dilettantish midnight
a solitude so drunk
it spirals like an epiphany
I am hugged by prophesy
consensually the two
hemispheres of my brain
tend to disagree
all I need
is an intermediary,
to borrow a medium
like your saliva
carries voice
place my cadmium red
on your activity
like a pollock
dripping from the sky
the question tonight
really was
why act
when it is still
unsettled
whether
action is deliverance
eh, prisoner?
If you touch me
with your skeletal fingers
I have no choice
but to be
bones.
If you choose
to be this high
I have no alternative
but to be
mechanical.
Now that I’m
your last
beer
in your bohemian
life
will you
marry the cosmos?
How can
I
negate
the feeling
of being
the spark
that fulminates
the entire
worthless world?
It’s in the ambivalent
sense
of the word
terrific
that I encounter
the
ordinary
the plain
matter-of-fact
objects
that surround us
like fences
of yesterday
the external
inanimate junk
that seems
simultaneously
a reflection
of the sublime
the objective wasteland
that is
proportional
to the subjective Edens
it is in that sense
of duality
that
I see all things
as
the nascent
finite infinity.
I look above
expansion
luminous growth
of
chorus
the cold blade
of death-like life
intercepts
my vocal sleep
I have
in my lap
an anthem
I am residue
of the cloudless
sky
supplicating
for the organ
of reality
to intravenously
execute me
in the laughter
of purposeless
ecstasy.
Estoy
situado
en un espacio
espeso
donde la revolución
nace y muere
diariamente
la convicción
se alza como gran ola
y revienta
como plato cerámico
el zumo
brota
del corazón viviente
suma existencia
excedida
demasiado ser
demasiada instancia
aspectos de una
incomunicable
lucha
entre lo que somos
y lo que
debemos
ser.
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.
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!
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.
Beyond Language 
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