Updated: Oct 10, 2019
Bukowski, Cash and Dylan
whiskey, twisted cigarettes and Thai take away
How much can fit inside a room?
boxes, armchairs, carpets and glasses.
I count them on my fingers, weight them, bump into them
all based in the laws of physics
- space and volume.
The sheets on which you laid upon.
the mirrors that showed you forms and figures
-forms that meant to replace your emotional loss.
The lips of glasses you used to bite.
-body movements as the expression of an inner void.
Repeated patterns of disorders - food for my poetry.
The plumes of countless cigarettes,
that offered the necessary filling for my insides.
Background noise that comes from the TV
Content: Chlamydia and young people in excitement
-reality show for cowards.
Your manhood spread all over like an octopus
expanding his 8 legs.
Open legs, so that your testosterone can get some air.
a packet of cigarettes,
a mobile phone,
and a cotton swab
all in line: from the largest to the smallest object
absolute symmetry of declining placement.
I walk naked to the shower,
winking to your manhood
while you remain
looking at me with your legs wide open.
I pass through you like a ghost,
ghost as you are.
Just like if I never existed
-just like you never existed too.