it's that grip of your neck
your blurred vision acquired
a fleeting moment and you're dead
it's a soulless event transpired

let me maim you once again
with my fingers silver bullets
shoot fear until you're gain
deprived of all things penant

it's that nude discourse post-mortem
your near dead flesh barely sighs
but never so living I saw them
eyes so humanly contrived

was it violence, was it pain
was it grasping for air thin
or was deeper, was it brain
acknowledging you're akin


for Layla

★

2009-08-19

foi-se danada
violência espelhada
nas vítreas orbes
porque foges?

falsas paixões
de viajantes dispersos
aceleram corações
sempre incertos

rápida e directa
é a penetração farta
de carne pespineta
imatura, ingrata

de esperar, no entanto
de tão forte carácter
ver nenhum pranto
deste inadiável não ser


para a Layla

★

2009-08-12

give up the scream
futile digit
this is my meme
my friend did it

it smells of heart
and love poison
that I can't thwart
it's fucking awesome


thank you Layla for your beautiful poem.

★

2009-07-21

Elsher or Layla or
a feeble mighty Thor
thick lenses spare no sight
of that gray matter might

believe what you will
but a Layla or two can kill
keep a safe distance or be drawn
by this human whirlpool of a faun

I guess a bottle of wine and a smoke
could lust you into not diving
haunting words she sings\; pokes
my mind's left open from her prying

should this feeble mighty faun
hop along to your house or lawn
refuse not her awkward calling
for the strangeness is but a glitter
of this meaty indulgent brilliant critter
and change provoked will be appalling