Truth
The truth lies beneath the last words exhaled from the ajar blue lips of the pale moribund.
The truth lies beneath the last words exhaled from the ajar blue lips of the pale moribund.
My pen is not long nor short. Sometimes it doesn’t work: gotta shake it a lot.
Violence I’m used to. It doesn’t concern me anymore. It could make you sick, at the beginnin’, gore. I could write a poem about it, war. Unfortunately, reality overtakes my […]
There were once pastures replacing this wasteland. Can’t you see them vultures? They fly in circles over the sand A boy’s alone in the desert. What are you […]
Florence You suck. Cocaine on your filthy artery, whose liquid boils and stinks like tar when hit by the heat of the sun. Your roads are the coils of a […]
How beautiful it sounded to my soul when you whispered aloud ”You’re my anchor”. I guess you didn’t mean to lie: you simply muttered those words lightly. I guess it […]
Your chest slowly raises, then falls, like waves caressing the foreshore. Close your eyes and Inhale, profoundly. Get caught into this gentle undertow. Remain silent for a while, my […]
Shapes become sharper Have to remove my glasses: Art is vagueness.
Tonight I’ve had a conscious dream I’ve seen myself seeing myself caged in a cage made of glass and pixels, walkin in circles shaped as a lion, roaring and showing […]
The sky is painted in graphite. Grey falls in coils, obstructing the sight of the soil as I hit the stroll. Warhorse. Rehashing rehearsal Rock n roll! what do you […]