Sunday, November 28, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
What Does High Bili Mean
I learn today boys and head into their selves (if they say so)
First, take your hands to your mouth
pressure for two seconds then shake the language
wandering in circles the room.
When the edges are sewn skin
extend
sides and put your hands.
Lentito, without rushing, tranqui. Follow
hands warm and bustle that is the bucket,
follow, and will not be long.
When the noodles sit in the afternoon
tibiecitos, stop.
It lacks little. Press
strong
goal mouth his head in his eyes
throat and nose in the liver.
well, that's you.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Islam Quotes Marriage
and does not happen in the womb,
the handle four times called Emperor of the marshes
childish.
And we sit
going to listen to Jimi Hendrix to be blown orgies
music lovers with the meat ball.
And if they knew that it matters little rain gauge
faldístico
telegraph currency manly weight
the kind of charity manner between the legs
a hoop at the waist in the forbidden
as tattooed. I do not know
spring clothes
you out and opens up the heat to the meat,
RENIÉGATE, RENIÉGATE
touch without laughter to kiss without lips to moan without water
the body without thirst
the game without sentence.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Simplicity Ellis Full Bed Conversion Kit
your light burning, but
I destroy you inside."
(Gonzalo Rojas)
and if we turn and we grew dark matter
look and not see the sky
but his heavenly birth, and christened
lunar
a curious finger
the origin of the nebula.
and we
stone tattooed on coal ports
naked
ways of pursuing pleasure in intense cosmic
dwarfs. And we expand
riding time
of spiral galaxies to merge
in a halo of light, then
to be a tread void left by a child
the gray sea sand
deleted.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Symtoms Neutropenia In Dogs
wanders sullen drunk lily
dairy flush water volume violet
its sad thick brush in the wind erodes the chirping
lying in quiet stance.
Dragonflies seen from the corner cries
birthed in childhood death and her frail arms
break like salt.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
How Much Is A Marlin 30-30
In my room a glass of lemon soda
3 weeks ago the same place
still no one.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Toes Turning Purple With Cast On
bitches
the sweating tiredness entripada lluiva
the sun stressed suitcase deodorant
the truck pileup.
I wash the cloth in the year of the bathroom, with icebergs
sulfur fire,
in feathered hair.
give my ignorance,
because I feared my willingness to sacrifice
a glass full of pebbles red dots.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
What Does Meningitis Feel Lke
Where are you woman?
The room burns
and erased the traces of your name.
where is wife, your cat trail
agile And your footsteps?
What should we keep extinct
to order from us or
sat down to watch the carnage? Today
woman
you expect more than ever,
And the wounds fainted in bed
Waiting or filled
a shower fever.
Where are you, woman, Escondida
O clock has been against me?
brains are burning me,
and my blood
dry mouth
With
I have thirst,
Ganas of your hair,
of your neck
And your curious fingers,
From your hips crazy
And your mouth rope
of your iris night
The tactic warm
And scared column
With the jungle wakes up.
you no longer seeking a woman,
wounds sleep in bed
And showers me
embittering
The corpus.
In the last unknown
second of the night
in sweat meat
silent Toco
Your dream.
Where are you?
The bedroom is burnt
And the footprints of your name are deleted
¿Where are, woman, your feline trails
And your agile steps?
Must we extinguish
Until the end of us or
Sit to gaze the hecatomb?
Today, woman,
I hope more than ever,
And the wounds faint on the bed
Waiting or quenching
With a febrile shower.
¿Where are you, woman,
Hidden
Or the clock plays against me?
My brain is burnt
And my blood is dried
With the mouth
I’m thirsty,
I want your hair
your neck
and your curious fingers,
And your sensible mouth,
I want your nocturnal iris,
The warm tactic
And the scared spine
With the awake jungle.
I don’t look for you anymore,
woman,
The wounds sleep on the bed
And the showers make me sour
The corpus.
Alone
In the last nameless second of the night
In the sweat of the flesh
I touch in silence
Your dream.
Can You Buy Moccasins In
can hear remnants of a corrupt tree on the stony heights of the traces of drunk stabbed, panties the nun kissing Christ. I fly mortality, skin peeling seasonal ground for flies, the sources dried bone cracking the relentless chirping of the morning. I advance the footprints and the flowery fields in flames fleshy, carriages stop dying for a pint of wine, the butterflies crushed by small hands give their last farewell to one third of their antennae, stray dogs shake their ticks to ostentatious Mercedes Benz, grandmothers give a shout out to abandoned shipwrecks in their wombs, a girl runs barefoot on a burning field of sunflowers, a young escape to the sounds within a coastal seafood. The cliff is orange, and blue dreams, thoughts swirling, and orchestras shake the trees to the nerve curves of your spine. Sea foam lips shelters us and pursues us beat wave, wind the hair and shakes us throw our sorrows as waste to the peaks of the gulls. The abysmal vein of the leaves is the shelter where we dip our feet and where, from time to time, send messages bread crumbs into the boats and dream of destiny. Resting on the branch of a eucalyptus, a giraffe burn the heavens and we think the fury of the salmon, in the spiral bound to our necks in the shadow of an embrace in the pursuit of parchment dispersed between the grains of the beach , in pursuit of the index to the thumb, the tingling sound of the lashes in the rocks, waving pelicans striped breaking the dull sky sparkled with brief rain of feathers.