September 2010
Cenit →
WHAT!
Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee If you see a shrink he’ll charge you a fee If you see me ya see the fee is nothing [Fee will be for patience] all that’s no fronting What is a party if it doesn’t really rock? What is a poet? All balls, no cock What is a war if it doesn’t have a...
August 2010
2*08*05
A scorpion kisses your lips tonight,
he will ask for your heart
and he will sip it softly like warm.
Chica.
awakening his thirsty tounge and
pumping heart.
He will swim inside of you
you will put a river deep in the
corner of your eye & bite shards of
cloud & ocean.
You will never forget:
that the heart is not
made of bone
and the earth is not
mede of metal.
-Xochitl
Diálogo entre un sacerdote y un moribundo.
“Soy aquel maldito, el grito encendido en la frontera desolada, tan imparcial como inconstante. ¿Cuál es tu luz de esta noche? ¿Qué aroma arrastra tu pelo? Levantar las palabras moribundas de los sueños hechos trizas. Soy ese deformado espejo de esta sociedad, soy lo que no querés ver y a la vez te reflejas. Una presencia desnuda, una simple aparición molesta en tu mente contaminada, en cada...
July 2010
Your Mother Should Know →
It’s only the tired clock ticking It’s only the part of the drum kicking It’s only the touch of you picking little of me It’s only my favourite face breaking It’s only the frozen ground shaking It’s only my bending eyes taking pictures of you
