TONIGHT I BURRY YOU IN PEACE

You are standing in front of me 

but only you face is here. 

2 years and 2 months 

of chocolates with nuts, 

pizzas on a Saturday night,

sticky bed sheets 

and bossa nova songs.

2 years and 2 months of 

sexually harassing my mind 

with words, promises and

comfort food. 

2 years and 2 months of 

building a home.

But hey, look:

you burned it down and now

it smells like death, fried chicken 

and smoke. 

There is a replacement of me now

washing the dishes and making the bed,

just like I did and just like how I was 

a replacement of someone else. 

And this is pretty much how

the days will go by

like we are all new actors 

on the same old set

changing furniture around

and the pictures on the walls 

and buying new plants 

that will soon die

and soon will be replaced,

just like everything else 

and you will keep swapping right

in everything that smiles 

with insecurity 

and the burned house 

will be built again 

and you will buy more plants

and more useless antiques 

and you will swap more to the right

and every year of your life

will be another struggle

of fighting yourself.

NUMBERING OBJECTS

Bukowski, Cash and Dylan

whiskey, twisted cigarettes and Thai take away

How much can fit inside a room?

boxes, armchairs, carpets and glasses.

I count them on my fingers, weight them, bump into them

all based in the laws of physics

- space and volume. 

The sheets on which you laid upon.

the mirrors that showed you forms and figures

-forms that meant to replace your emotional loss. 

The lips of glasses you used to bite. 

-body movements as the expression of an inner void.

Repeated patterns of disorders - food for my poetry. 

The plumes of countless cigarettes, 

that offered the necessary filling for my insides.

Background noise that comes from the TV

Content: Chlamydia and young people in excitement

-reality show for cowards.

Your manhood spread all over like an octopus

expanding his 8 legs.

Open legs, so that your testosterone can get some air. 

a packet of cigarettes, 

a mobile phone, 

lighter 

and a cotton swab

all in line: from the largest to the smallest object

absolute symmetry of declining placement.

I walk naked to the shower,

winking to your manhood

while you remain

looking at me with your legs wide open. 

I pass through you like a ghost,

ghost as you are.

Just like if I never existed

-just like you never existed too.

HAPPINESS IN DOUBT

I have to do the necessary 

weekly groceries

that will be thrown away

on Wednesday

because of my unfair

love 

for delivery

The street is filled with 

jongleurs,

orchestras riding bikes

with 7 seats

Indian guitarists

and lazy dogs

We are all masturbating

inside our bubble 

of perfection 

and we love it. 

I am walking carrying

an eco friendly bag

containing 500gr octopus

preslei, one onion

and 

Vitamin D substitutes

We made it!

Mother, we made it!

Here we are

in Europe,

with our taxes paid

our insurance protecting

us from the shadow

of death

with our recycled boxes

and the happy homeless

that just want our attention

and not our money

With our payrolls

under control

and our soldiers 

killing far AWAY from HERE

We made it!

With our streets clean 

and our people dirty

with our streets flat 

and our people too.