jueves, 16 de mayo de 2013

the last bits


softer than a lullaby,
more ricochet than a drive-by.
wait, don't move,
keep your shooting star
on stand by. drink
the substance (w)hole
of dreams, straight up
no allibi. As i
recodify the language,
broken
down in thought,
to amplify
the reverberation of your thorn-
glazed heart, beat by
beat. these riddles
for your mind,
lyrics lost
in time, set loose
on the street. and through the concrete
jungle of a maze, the violence
clenched teeth, the blurring
haze
of history gone sour. we leave
but a trace
of our clear velvet hour.
for we've already
been assured destruction --mutually
or not.
we need no further instruction,
merely to give up
the last bits
of i
surrender. my oh my,
let her hips take over
-shift gears pretty mamma.
it's all in a day,
from play to play.
let her lips take over
-a rainstorm
to misinform
distorted cognitions
of days to come. and cum
we do. and cum we
do. and off
we go. and take her
hand,
the moon, and only
she
might barely
under-stand.