Purim, days of partying …

I’m empty
In the inside
I have no heart
Nor feelings …

… This is the time of the year
Where everyone is partying
Dressing up
Being
Who they fantasize
To be …

… But me
I have no heart
Nor feelings
I’m useless
Like the sun
In a raining afternoon

Wasted-Youth-Memories

This shadows are
So confused
There are terrible feelings and
Catholic spits
Christians dead
All over the floor
Sperm
And vodka
I’m puking
Over your mother’s bed
And the wine is not enough
It’s a rough party
Porn movies turn us all
On
Gang banged twins on the carpet
Hardcore games
Punk rock, Deathrock, twisted music on the stereo
Blue pills made me
High
I masturbate to the closest star
And cum
Over the chaos of my wasted-youth-memories

untitled No. 7

Your caress, my skin. Your velvet, my sex. The two of us wallowing in

ashes. Our world: pure illegal. In precipices of eternity you kiss me.

Your kiss as death. Your kiss as insane. There is no fear between us.

(… Your mouth, your skin, your sex). Night. Paris night in the city

of candles. Our light and our music: our words. In my bed our

tongues. Your touch hurting my body. Your touch of tiger. So sensual

everything. I penetrate your body and you’re not there, I look

for you in a line, I look for you in gold dust. Despair. I extend my

fingers and grab you. You come back smiling and talking, you talk of

stars and moons, and Venus. You promise me Morpheus : Saturn. Night.

Night of you in the city of candles.

 

From the sky Saturn look at our spring. Heart girl and two rainbows.

Melancholy present of some party. Our bodies fly with wind waves. Your

gaze, lost in acid. Some DJ forward a summer, autumn, winter, and

spring again. All of us submerged in Dreams. And Lucy. Lucy in the Sky

with Diamonds. Lucy is a whore, like you and me. Shine orgasma : Lucy

wrapped in orgia. Now the shadows are three, three floating in dust:

you, me and Lucy with diamonds.

 

White powder

Liquid Dreams

Carton-acid

Illegal love

 

Seven colors for the three of us

Seven colors that we steal from the sky

from the rain

from the words

 

You’re so girl. Lucy hits you. She hangs on your penis and choke you.

She just want me. I just want you. And her. And Saturn from the sky:

rains melody of crystal sperm. A poem is longer, has no end. Your penis,

mine, and her vagina. Your vagina with diamonds. And in some place the

Beatles play. Your hands and her. Kisses of you two. Kisses of us

three and we dance all night long. In ElDorado I found you, you looked

so good, you and your feathers: pink & blue. Rainbow flag and a rag

doll. A marble and a rag doll. That’s what you  are: rose sky … blue fire … And crimson thorns.