what you mumbled

suddenly confronted
in dirty metals
blues and grays
and screams of agony
with what you mumbled :
no you didn´t evoke or provoke this hell
this is not revenge
for wilfully using bricks you yourself never baked
its just how socioeconomic forces play out
how your personal space time warps
banal blood
so if you are to have a future after this
be more careful

sm

sm spce
sm mth
it´s snowing in my heart

4.11

on four
goint eleven
sevr the estrs
nine

16 with a bullet

sixteen joy and hanging
shoes black skies and white ties
old membranes she´s retaking her sames,
redoing innumerable rays
an assortment of softly woven lies
richly treacherous bland pies & organic, messianic stems
he took the glass of water in his left hand and raised it to his lips
it has was might
the cards of eliot and his drowning pebbles
never to arise again, my frenzied companion

net 2

go ´net young man !
and the owner of the general store
makes his millions
selling spades and boots

girona fruits

16 and I´m yelling for a pencil
unlikely events string together
the world clogging up
the teeming starving millions and billions
girona is written into my language
informs every breath
like every other idiot
I seek refuge in the particular
which, my dear,
is no way to find closure

ten pins falling

10 pins falling
pressure rising
screaming for that number
better just
screaming !
pins