gossip *
Even the saints in the holy books,
how could I, with the stars, not slanderers
? Abandoned for a moon
playing with dolls, while in a room-
bare-reasoned madness!
I've never been able to play, I
.
Damn summer! I see heads swell
and burst like soap bubbles,
their chatter in the air shed
superfluous as the blink of genital broken.
fled into the night, I read to solitude
treacherously
tales of religion and pederasty
gossip-you-
with the unconscious and then, behold, the night is too long
in the room with large windows;
read tales Krishna and drugs and boys
California
Nipple turgid
for the multitude
yet to be discovered.
Studio ** the names of the seven heavens, knowing that no
sky is useful when you ride
shadows of clouds on the asphalt, and from time to time
think of your body naked
spraying the same oaths
eternal crown wet
your new queen.
And she, oh she still plays with dolls.
I've never been able to play, I
.
As a child I always wondered:
"I'll be more delicious the lamb of God?"
I'm still here, inside the large pot boil
holy ***. I have the soul
inedible!
the window listening
always the same silence, like the warbling
a mystery never revealed,
the yawn of a god-child
bored his hammock on the dark air.
chew the truth
as marshmallows, waiting for the perfect vacuum
or Sunday only.
* Miriam who spoke ill of Moses
** According to the Jewish religion, there are seven words that show the sky in the sacred texts and each serves to indicate a function
R. ** Shimon b. Jochai said: I say that heaven and earth were created as a pot and its lid
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