Dear World

 

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sealed lips
trying to define the unknown
the ancient struggle to
microwave
every thought
abstract or not
the truth is simple
there is no god
and angels are just plain
packaging
promoted on the cover of
Playboy
bible of mankind
because
womankind
is so next millennium
and we are not there yet
we are busy
playing with lethal toys
in the name of said
nonexistent god
fuck your logic
common sense is for pussies
long live mediocrity
because it tastes like candy
and it sells good on
iTunes
where reality is duped
every second
and everything just
stinks
of B.B.S.
burgers, beer and semen
and people are just meats
electroshocked with
ads
shaped like pink coffins
because
other colours were not in stock
google got them all
but no worries
here’s your allocated
suicide vest
you can blow yourself to hell
thank you very much

Deliverance

 

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‘there’s
barely enough time’
the voice screamed
like a mountain
rolled between a young girl’s thighs

a thousand thunders
lighting
the cave of my mouth
full of unborn
wishes

there is no escape
there is no hope
just carcasses
of hate
and anger

in the name of your fake god
your unwanted love
rained
a black veil
on our broken hearts

the sun refused to shine this morning
and the earth swallowed
wicked semen
launched from
every corner of your weakness

your heart reeks
injustice
your breath stinks
war
and your only chance
of redemption
was yesterday.

Hardcore Valentine

 

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Oh
it’s that day again,

fannies are thoroughly cleaned
and shelved for
public consumption

the skies are pouring
blowjobs
and the ground is covered with chocolates

reality is freakishly pink
and even my middle finger
is heart shaped

boobies meet bollocks
love is just sex
spelled backwards

all vaginas spin like crazy
trading fucks for
free dinners.

Naked

 

naked

 

bare breasted
girls
running like wild
mares
through my wet hair
every morning
painting circles of love
their eyes closed but
glowing
inside
like
any other miracle
from
any other world
prisoners of dreams
soldiers of
‘I want’ and
‘I need’
because nobody can stop them
they are immortal,
perpetuum mobile,
like butterflies on a carousel of
death
buried deep
into their
own
skin.

Confession

 

confession
Ok, I’ll admit

I got sloppy and I forgot to kiss the moon
on both cheeks
and then
when her mother was looking the other way
guess what?

I pissed on her door like an untrained puppy.

The response was
a little bit harsh
but most deserved.

The skies farted rain for a year
and I had to hide under a sombrero.

There was nothing to eat and drink there,
except margaritas
and nothing to fuck,
but Jennifer Lopez
and her famous ass.

It was a long year
but I survived and I promise
(cross my heart and the shit)
I’ll behave
and I’ll even feed her piglets next time,
bake them cookies and all that.

All I ask is
PLEASE
ditch Jennifer.

The Naiad

 

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riding naked rainbows
her hair blazing copper
squashing angels with one hand
and with the other
doodling shapes in the blood of the universe
like an old shaman
cursing
and swearing
and shielding herself
from baby unicorns
swarming thirsty to her nipples
covering her eyes from
incoming darkness
pushed on the edge
of an Unwanted Rose
guarded by a billion butterflies
she was braiding with
patience
and wisdom
and madness
the unending
tapestry of lust