Poems from 'Liquid Wreck'

IMMORTAL BLUES

Tonight my mind has a belly,
red wires cover my eyes,
Bourbon slays my breath,
and the numbness in my nose
seems to breathe, through my soul,
as smoke puts a chokehold
on my chest.

I can feel myself falling
into this voided rhythm
called night.
Like an orphan echo,
bouncing off the edges
of some hardship tunes.
Alone in my apartment,
I sway though the piano
and moan over the sax,
while some dead singer
pokes
at my youthful decrepitude.

DOWNTOWN LOVE

As we sleep like wounded angels,
fallen angels,
the shadow of romance
embraces us
with the wicked tenderness
of its claws
trying to rip some love
out of the night within us.

Then, she pulls up the shades,
and I start walking away,
wondering if this kind of loving
is even worth forgiving.

And as I promise myself
that I'm not coming back,
I see her posing by the door
telling me with dreamy eyes,
that this game is just beginning.

I could already hear
those violins approaching,
aiming at the walls
of my beaten heart.

But I just love
to face the music,
when I'm with a flower
that knows how to tear it apart.

THE SAVAGE WITHIN

Your graceful manners

and the ease of your
delicate moves,

Your soft voice
and the innocence
within your eyes,

lies!

They will vanish,
to my delight,
when we
make love
like animals
Tonight.

A SLAP FROM THE PAST

I was walking down the street
when a woman
suddenly stopped in front of me and screamed
"Well, if it isn't Mister Fuck!"
I pointed at myself asking,
"Who me?"
"Yeah, you!"
"Oh."
"You don't remember, do you?"
"no, I don't, I said.

She just stood there
and stared at me for
about ten eternal seconds
and then started to walk away,
but before she could take
the second step,
she turned around,
and slightly spitting on my face,
she screamed, "you're an ASSHOLE."

I kept going
feeling strange about this
encounter until a block later,
when I remembered her,
and realized, that,
I had to give credit
to her last words.

WHEN I DREAM

When I dream,
it's like taking an express trip
with no back doors.

When I wake up,
there are so many exits,
that I don't know where
to get off.

ALMOST MADNESS

Sometimes you let go,
and the room becomes smaller,
and your heart beat longer,
silence becomes
the audible music of fear,
the fear of madness,
everything wrongfully placed,
a world worth shit
but you say,
looking around
wondering
thinking abut giving in
and suddenly,
you capture yourself,
and say
Fuck it, it's bad enough,
why go crazy.