Surrogates

Looking for surrogates
while diluting your infusions
in my bare entrails.
Fading first / replacing then
your taste with chemical substitutes
though nothing seems to fit enough
but the shed dust.

Graindays

Already then, as we were,
you could already feel
the grain settle on the film,
standing as a time bulwark,
ageing the present
and fading the prospects.

No wonder the days
started already imprinted
passing straight to myth:
an echoing everlasting now,
fleeting in the consciousness
of its self awareness.

A tape recorded to be lost.

Cycling gold ages,
Shines as you pass the line.
Without coming back, they,
Illuminate the upcoming,
For a delightful while.

/ conclusions

Backtracking us over
the running track.

Not to mention - it's a loop.

Then, where are we
going back to?

Platitudes

Throughout the strings
that set up the ceiling
of this very moment,
I can picture a noisy
stream of unfulfilled
desires and shades,
that crawls silently,
like a heist of chances,
towards my reach.

Forward the field
of unattended matters,
which regrets over,
I can, for once,
dream of the brick
that i could pose;
concreting home.

Sizing the turbulence
of future spreads,
a momentary clarity,
reveals the foolish vision
that treads benefits
of the blissful ignorance.

More over is just
an unmeaningful planning
for a route that is ending
somewhere from its start.

Polite

Save up for better moments.

Trust no particular future,
but an overwhelming presence
whose fascinating charm
went through you.

Even though, be polite.
Care of the loss and
pretend nothing more.
Seeking,

amused by the development
- changing patterns -
but not here, not you.

Punting Improvements (For the lucky ones)

Be good.

Thoughts of calm
and faint fulfillment,
operate through thou,
to find me reverse over.

Sluggish water flows
beside us, still,
as inside perturbations.
Intricate geometries,

run over the liquid surface;
mirroring the streams,
quietly breaking up
the smooth continuity of

our stagnant reflection.
It's simply a transient
multifaceted immobility:
a mean to be good.

~

King of Loss

Mother - the first brings the end
but I've crawled mine wasn't
no matter the scent of dept.

Suspended while gathering
all their profiles together.

And from all one rises:
I hold up my head.

Quite a bargain for my bare grants.

Recall of fields escapes

She dances in the mist
breaking this city in halves,
while the tune finishes
with a foot-trawl guitar stroke.

Tightly self aware
of her own gravity,
she reaches the empty spaces
away from walls.

Industrial recalls upon steam
blur headlights spots
on the thin leading path:
goals to reach along the trail.

Guiding two souls,
no whispering reaches her
in the occasional wind flows;
not a wing of desire.

But still, strongest
that the generators voices,
her unspoke crosses
the thick tissue of the city

linking together places,
connecting experiences:
in-between, correlations merge,
as an afterwards whole.

vv

The wave that rushes out
Your hoped joys
Is exhausted in a breath

- you're all gone

Places remain the same,
Still, slivers of skin,
Are already replaced

- you're all gone

"vv" is the shining detail
I won't get rid of
In this recursive thought,
Not so different,
From the senseless rest.
And wasting time
Makes almost sense:
What I can carry out
From all of this hypophysis,
Seems nothing more than an
Intuition of a moment
Which stood for something good.

Snapping demons tongue in vain:
You, only, are gone.

Somewhere in between

Destroying for no reason,
if I'm still here it's hard to say.
I keep no matter what.
The time is the only witness.
Is a downward spiral
- endless.
What remains is mostly liquid.
Halogen clouds bring a little calm
While I slide away.

Sunspots

It would be so easy,
but it's now that I'm leaving.
Low soft sound vibrancy
descending through thin air.
An arm girds the waist
as the light rises up.

Won't turn while sleeping.
The headphones shelter
from the static hurricane,
digging me behind you.
And as it went, the piano
vanishes, decoying echoes.

What expected by curves,
blurs, as sunspots climb upon us;
it's a matter of time, and,
will be spoiled by the form
of our thoughts, as unfolding
in the looming morning.

Yours "afteryou"

Like moths
to light,

they come,
after you.

Atonal Descending Scale

Suspended point
Increases in the distance
And some kind of chanting
Takes away others.

It could drop
And yet rises more.
No more contacts,
Remote phalanges

The moment is short:
Point of situation reached
Not to avail,
Or any?

Get A Grip

Touching relics -  not to think
And immobility / broken breath.
Tightened rooms,
And foolish desires
For some kind of abduction.
It's all there, still,
But keeps overflowing.

Order

A small point in the black.

Paint spots all around,

As made by a first-time kid.

But is fixing and working.

I wonder what’s so special.

They gave their solutions,

But I wasn’t around.

And that Great design

Seems to me only a scrape.

I wonder what’s so special.

Everything seems very clever,

But, in the evening, the light

Appears as a foolish case...

The reckoning of your formula,

Isn’t it fucking beautiful?

Still you don’t know if

There’s something beyond.

Just a mess with no aim,

Drifting only to offal.

Some drilled container

From which we'll never leave.

I wonder what’s so special.

Everything seems very clever,

But, in the evening, the light

Appears as a foolish case...

On The First Day of Loss [Pt 6]

|| Introduction to Pt6

It not easy... you said.

|| On The First Day Of Loss [Pt 6]

The words that hit,

If you accused, I didn't notice;

Now, they'll never return,

Seem bound

In an inaccessible time;

Have been already mystified.

What happened, is different

I cannot speak

Maybe even you couldn't.

I felt to the ground, down,

Under my feet. So have you,

But when you sought

My footprints, in ditches,

I covered them with pride.

Disappear

All the things I have thought today

Seems to disappear.

Keep me on the truck, don’t let me away.

Wanting to continue, stopping now.

Could you feel all of it?

Guess is just me.

The one that loses his mind.

Block in the yard and in the head.

I should flow out.

And you will not stop me trough the window.

The dark room will be filled with the echoes of our laughs.

Your smile lost for my eyes.

Can't impress your picture.

Here in the dark all of you is lost,

Except the touch.

Only by it I know you.

Only with it I knew you.

Only through the skin I understood.

[Reissued]

When Knives Are Out

When the knives are out

Dreams mix up with blood

And anger becomes tears

When the knives are out

The silence gives the truth

The right to shout up.

When the knives are out…

And I’m still here talking

Haven’t you already kill me?

Take out the blade

Make the suffers be safe

Put in

Put in

Pull me in.

When the knives are out

You try to get your best part

Get the chance, she’s laying down.

When the knives are out

Some think of revolution

Other of mystical revelations

When the knives are out

You got to fight

And die for God design.

Fuck, here the knives are out

Grab the money

Grab the money & Run

Take out the blade

Make the suffers be safe

Put in

Put in

Pull me in

The Moment She Knew

The moment she knew
The streets were brighter
Books were sold out for a pence,
And words discounted
Holding for cheap escapes.

The moment she knew
I was already looking for
Strings of melted ice.
But tepid waters, washed
My ankles, driving me.

Solving the picture
Of an eternal fall,
Living by the winter,
And avoiding the thaw.

The moment she knew
We ended the trident
And settled for Nero.
Awaiting flames to burn
The thin layer of ice.
[Under where we slept]

|| On the First Day of Loss pt5