The relief in the past years

The light of the past nights

I went after you with a mouth full of cigarettes, who else but the ghost of my undone desires,

I resisted too much at noon, watching how disgraced men washed the carpet, a carpet that has too much disgrace, i danced over that, it was sacred, whisky stains, cum in the floor, there was a fistful of sand inside my eyes, i wanted to cry, no tears were made under the poor moon that struggled behind iron bars, haikus made out of honey and sweat, human of poor choices.

Mornings taste like bullshit, i saw the politics of the true heart, dead democratic piece of shit, my heart is a tyrant dragging bodies overnight, he knows how the structure of my chest is made and how to punch it in the airbags, no notion of time, I’m writing this in my coffee break and I break like a match under pressure, pressure makes cakes go up or down, wheat inside the nails, i know where you are but I prefer to keep it just for the pigeons.