sábado, 2 de abril de 2011


A Day Like London In November


Today is like

London in November:

Sweet wind

Blowing wet air,

The threat of rain

In the air,

City lights

And young horny

Blondes on their

Way to bars

With much less

Clothes than

They should use,

Because it´s a bit cold,

Less inside their

Shaved amazement.

It feels like London

In November,

But the river

Is still frozen,

I have nothing

Waiting for me

In the saddest country

In the world,

I will not sleep

In a rotten hostel

And my mobile phone

Is quiet, forgotten,

As it should be

When hands smell

Like pussy´s juice.

Besides that,

Everything is like London

In November

Without homeless

Searching for a dry place

To sleep,

Without the illusion

That some chubby spoiled

Baby, deserves a shot

Of my hell´s magma

In her holy fake

Fucked by old crippled faces

Fat pussy.

I know I was told

More than once:

“Mind the gap”,

But I´m glad I didn´t

Gave a damn about it

And I made my way

Throgh all that crap.

I´m the devil,

Even if you think

You are bad,

You are just the way I made you

And I´m here,

In this day far

From London

In November.



B.


The Biggest Machos In Town Are Gay And They Don´t Know It


It is unnatural,

I´m quite sure it is,

That histrionic heterosexuality:

Scratching balls,

Hitting on all pieces of ass,

Ignoring their own wives

Or girlfriends,

Speaking loud about

Cock and ass,

While sucking bottles

All night long,

Spitting everywhere

That they have fucked

This and that, even if they didn´t,

Fighting each other for

No special reason (that they recall)

Going to whorehouses

With friends…

Anyway,

It is like a contest,

A loud contest

Trying to prove

Who is the MAN,

The biggest macho in town,

With the biggest beer belly

And man boobs.


When everybody

In town is heterosexual,

Near macho,

Desperate predators

Of self relief,

One should doubt.

This thing is mainly cultural

In places where

You can´t be the other way

And it turns it all

Sick, fake, desperate,

A violent frustration

They don´t understand.



B.