The embarrasing moment of being myself

 
DIE
 

Burnt eyelashes
albino tinto breakfast without a soul,
naked palm-tree
inpudic dead dancing.

All I see
but the kettle sprayed on the wall,
my heart is gone
my heart is gone

train-spotting
with the sad potato chips
back skin peeling off
wrist invader strain
enhancing cosmos

 
kettlef–fishmotion


back_skin

Photo by  Paulo Morais 

 

Meet my neighbour
she grabs my hand
and tells me about
her dumb-ass husband,
we plan his death
by poison.

A little table
abandoned…
looks like a spider.

 

SR_spider__ps_fx

 

 

 And better poets of the beat

 

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