Y&Z

Y&Z

All gone wild down the road of your marble belly. All gone astray within your orgasm scream. The raging armies of the half fucking/half loving plunder the hazy fields between us, and amongst the glowing ships of words unthought-of, the days swap their marks. Guitars sound like pianos; you are me and I am the burning clock around your wrest.

The rivers of neglect, where we all once sailed speed up the grin to a wretch-smile. Long sentences uninhibited by verbs are the taste of your lips. The sourness of your vagina haunts the fascist lamp hanging from every ceiling, the masochist scratching-concerto of solitude. I have nothing left but those ancient memories of ungentle fucking to feed on. I have nothing left but undefined hate of any beauty.

There was no light; only cracking bones and bullets snap shots and mad kisses with a flavor of death and brave children dying under your breath and spies selling revolutionary posters and camels slaughtered and dogs crying and swines flying and cocks and Heckler&Kochs and sweating winds and needful things and golden teeth and plastic wedding rings and beards and cubic hair and milk and vinegar and tears and rain and blood and freedom on an electric chair… and then was light … light.

Of late, I became of short breath, for I found out that I love you in spite of all the odds. So I prepare the knife, the pool, the oath, the requiem and the morbid prayers. My weak hand shouted my secret and thus, before you I lay all the broken promises I can think of; in return, I ask of you to pour me the wine of your drowning years, and smile! Smile for all that is to come and I shall collect what is to be missed. Speed is all that counts, speed is all what counts.

The invaders of your womb are all my imaginary friends now. Sobriety creeps upon my skin and the fleets of complacency burned the city of your make-belief. The suns sinking in your furious hair mock my glassy eyes and all the grey skies are dragged down to the feet of a scoundrel spring.