Todo en rojo.
Todo inmóvil.
Todo apolillado.

Las luces de aquel cruce
me revelaron,
una vez más,
la naturaleza
de esta ciudad.

Corazones henchidos,
borrachos de astillas,
miran pasar la noche
ansiando la fe líquida.

Por la calle, tan oscura,
se deslizan
fragmentos acartonados
de vidas sin control,
apenas un susurro
de estos ácaros
acongojados.

La finalidad de nuestros ojos,
perpetuar aquello
que más queremos erradicar.

electric youth
in the electric garden

magnetic lust
in the alcohol mist

smoking night rain
steal my mind!
ravage it!
for I no longer want it
a vehicle of purity.

Choose your spot well.
Flag the silicon,
mark the flesh,
your flesh,
for ready consumption.

City jaws are never blunt,
the mythos goes,
in that part of the world,
but here it seems to me
the blunt gums
of a cancer bum.

Sharpen the saw, I say,
cut your fingers,
the skin is a canvas,
and so is the chemical soul
that does not exist.

A piece of tissue
to be electrified.

NK

they had nothing
but callouses
in the blistering heat
and lost eyes.

the land had long
seen rain last,
and gave nothing
but broken rice.

They waved at them
but no one of them
waved back.

The desperate salesman

The desperate salesman,
stood up in the sun,
sweating, panting nicotine.
Right there, on the spot,
he decided to razor
his dry tongue in two.

He felt like a corridor
of silently crashed cars.

Such was the fear
and the muscle weakness.