no title

 I dream

oh, yes, I dream wet

I dream that you tell me

it is ok.

And I go down on your ears

to your neck.

I dream, and I write, and

I think of

you, and I get wet.

My perky breasts and my

heated lips call your

name

I dream of kissing you

and knewding your breasts

I dream of whispering to

you

how badly I want to 

be there

I get wet, and more

and more as I picture

your face

of red satisfaction,

and moist,

runny,

legs.

I dream

of you

and your

musky scent.

 

Oh, dream, lick my fantasies

and take me away!

 

.-.

Orgasms

 I clearly remember

that one time I

came

seventeen - I shit you not -

seventeen fucking times.

Quite literally.

This feels oddly

close to that.

All these poems

coming out

at once.

Pushing out.

I just hope my pen

isn't threatened

with some

time.

 

Or an old girlfriend

looks at me from these

writings,

 

just like that one did

that time.

 

I wish it had lasted

more, but it didn't.

 

And besides, all I need 

now is a pen

to orgasm.

 

.-.

All along

 It was always there.

Indeed.

 

Specially on my own

Breathing, whispering

at [sic] my ear.

 

I was crazy 

for a little while 

Even for me savings

and some of this

and that

But it's over now, it's back.

I'm back,

and Imma break havoc.

.-.

Sigo impune

 Y nada de 

lo que diga

y haga puede

arreglarlo

ni cambiarlo.

Sólo sepan que,

todo esto no es para

    justificarlo,

Pero en repetidas ocasiones

también dije

NO,

e igual

me penetraron. 

.-.

Anti pasto anti poeta

 No te fíes ni confíes

que en el día menos esperado

(amanota?)

No.

En el día

menos esperado,

sin que tengas lugar

en la cama,

yo te visito.

No es un chiste de

cachique ni una amenaza

vacía.

Esperame listo con un plato

de antipasto

Wacko

 When you

grab a

bite and

strike

the dullness

out

with the

help of a

pen

Then it makes sense to

sing your crazy out

loud again,

like that one time

near Atlanta.

Georgia.

Cry it out, in your head.

.-.

Not a horror movie

 Gotta do

something

with IT.

 

Pen it down,

move away,

sing out loud,

paint a frame.

We are still

a long way

from home.

 

But it comes with us

it ain't going away.

.-.

El Óscar de Leonardo

 Vivo en una neblina

confusa

O quizás más bien,

en una neblina de

montañas

de robles altos

Quizás viva 

ahora en esa 

niebla de

arcoirises

de Monday

Lo importante 

es ahora

sentirse

despertado.

.-.