On a roll tonight.

jesus fucking christ tonight
is on a fucking roll in the speed casino.
Somebody told me he was into urbex.
I guess a train could run him over,
and nobody would really tell the difference.

If you mix soot and dirt water,
can you write essays with that?
or is it only mere affectation?
decals for the second home...

The sea is not just mood.
The city is!
A hurricane thirst parked out there,
headlights towards the road
(you never know when they're coming for ya).

She told me "The purity of this world is gone,
like the smell of new cds when you'd open them."
I said to myself "nobody buys cds anymore..."

Spend the night under palms of pure white light,
reciting psalms we overheard in those cheap holidays
in Olympus.
Back in the day.

Keep the gazing and the staring long,
and the fucking up with as short as possible.

Underwear should be designed to be worn dirty.
A calculated statement dirty.

It's so long since I laid down naked and careless
that I can't hardly tell.
I watch the young bodies slither in funky clothes
and I just want to hit the SUPR key.

pequeña alucinación de sobremesa

cae la hoja roma del ocaso
mientras unos granujas juguetean
con porciones del cielo prometido.
Se acumulan la magia y la lluvia
en los aljibes adormilados
sobre techos secos.

Es en ese momento cuando la mayoría
se sienten inmunes a las bocas del tiempo.
Es en esta hora cuando su aliento
es más templado y ligeramente intoxicante,
como hojas de te fermentadas.

all I've got to say

the future is a tv-dinner
that's all I've got to say

Get over it

neither mocking nor frowing at the aggressor
will convey any notion of morality on your side.
Get over it.

You are not rationally defensible.
You've gotta make some trade-offs.

Talent, career, wheel cogs as silver coins,
alloy rims, rim jobs in the board room.
Whatever it takes, huh?

I win and you lose, or you win and I lose,
or was it the other way round?

Show me your lavish anger, come on!

in Rome

Winter in Rome,
the echoes that persevere back from other ages
seem to dull a little,
being the shopping din a bit louder that season.
Accustomed as it was to be at the heart of it all,
immemorial stone was unabated by the chilly afternoon.

Me? I was just looking to buy some shoes...

In winter, the desire for exuberance
- irrational or otherwise - is greatest
- must be the warmth provided by
the carefully studied decadence, like Piranesi's -
The comfort in simple sins sets in
in the run up to christmas.

the faked hearth and the good food,
the shopping that nurtures the soul,
 - as does the warm wine and laughter -
the love shared in plastic bags
- who says you cannot carry that home with you? -
that we used to fill up with gusto.

In Rome, watching paints by Caravaggio,
walking in the darkness
that never felt this good, this cold.

all I want

all I want for Christmas
is the bright lights.
Is the winter exhaustion,
wrapped tight.
Is the cold dew on the iron rails,
(who keeps them clean?)
and the throat well cleared,
but not for fucking carols.