Salinas

ay, las salinitas
que lejos están...
si mas parece
que brilla el sol
y de mi pecho
la sombra aleja
el mediodia quieto

Untameable

Untameable,
as ruthless as they come,
so they grab me,
and tug me,
a mere puppet
of rag and cloth,
wanton toy of inner chemistry.

From grey to black
and back
in flight of stairs
the man despairs
and with the fight
he carries on,
with no interrogation here.

The endless pursuit,
a mere conduit
of fear and loth.

System.Diagnostics.Trace.WriteLine(poem);

deeply lost,
deep-fried,
what's this thing
tugging me tough?

What can I expect
to attain?
The pursuit of a ghost,
unsavoury enterprise,
relentless drive
and ungrateful.

It all exists
only in the mind
evolving
to the beat
and the bass
of imaginary days
and endless summers.

macrame outsourcing
percolate shoe
winery extravaganza
indian lace
toscana tissues
limited edition
tax evasion handbook
blahnik bondage thing
tokio night shopping
nearshore streamlining
armpit fetish
dubai killer style
futures trading armani suits
saville row bugatti veyron
corporate jet
colombian white
flagship crap product
uptown vibe
cool shithole condo
expensive panama plot
this year's collection
fellatio drudgery
mumbai compulsive shoppers
vuiton water rations
wealth management obsession
anal stock options
defaced MBA networking
cruellest ever teddy bear

Corporate poem X

The situation is not actionable.
Their department is slow
and tired.
Ours is perfect, of course.
I am wary of leading the initiative,
virtual banner
in the corporate corridor,
amidst the echoes
of hand-held devices ringing,
the weapon of make-believe heroes.

Another day at the watercooler
and the gang meets up again.
Parlament of the same things again.
What dullness in today's spears.

Alas, shame on the suits,
trading in fumes
and vanity.

Die then, as we live
without honor.