I run

You are the answer

is it safe to question

temprature of tone as

omnipresent simplification respecting

your time that says

blase thievery, pinwheel buckle

trustworthless so so

begging for gracias

punctually driven to

master the wall

it's not you

it is you

I'm crying for

would you please

let me die

ask me for

a light and let me not

have a clue

how to breathe

into you life anew

but I try

Dancling

No one ever told you life wasn't going to be easy

so you thought you didn't have to work

or want to stay alive




everybody cows when dreams lead to disaster

recognition out from darkness is of growing laughter




fear of lie expected flaunted while liar slept, haunts;

who dares own our regret?




preempt looking into eyes, intentionally mystifying

coming stainlessly sheened in projectile self




hands on fist-worldy skin, brooked and part

dervish, crown scrounged from earth




adorned by percolators