The diamond is a plea
that you inject into my flesh
the frightened sun flees
when that enters my vein.
* * *
Of women and saliva
only life is made:
heroin is more than being
and something that life exceeds.
* * *
I'm beaten I know
when the poison enters the blood
the triumph is a bubble
It will undo the morning.
* * *
If the scared deer runs away
is that in the forest has his house
so you look in your arm
a lake to hide.
* * *
Count deer in the plain
it's a poet's sport
of man is to look for avaro
pleasure in a spoon,
gold in the excrement
so that the howl dies.
* * *
A faun and a defeat
women and some music
and the dream of some ephebe
It's all about me I know
and that now heroin
become nothing and dust.
* * *
Every deer knows how to die
but that it costs men
the slow drawing knows
of the needle in my veins.
* * *
Slow smoke of cockroaches
so pride dies
pale because between the dust
from the spoon read my destiny.
* * *
Ancient toads I searched
in the infinite ocean
the needle bites and hurts
I have cactus in my arms.
* * *
The jaco is a harlot
who whispers in the dark
in my hands, when I spike
a woman's hair falls.
* * *
As the wings of nowhere move among the forest
so the trip of my teeth through the living bodies
as well as a harlot who kneels in the night
the prayer of a needle in the violence of the body.
* * *
The needle draws slow
some deer in my veins
when the poison enters the blood
My brain is a rose.
* * *
Like an old man sucking a dried lemon
this is the poetic act.
The horse with his sword
Divide life in two:
aside the pleasure with nothing
and to the other, as a defeated woman
the life that gives off a bad smell.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)