final stopThankless nightSpent the last of myMoney on my failed transmissionThis and last month's water billMinimum payment on three credit cardsBut shit, money is nothingI've been unhappy so long-The moon is really gleaming tonightLike, I don't think I have seen itThis damn bright in yearsThe road is clear and the viewIs beautifulSo fucking beautifulWhen I drive over the pavement markersIt kind of sounds like a trainRattling over tracksSounds like I managed toCatch the last train homeAnd then I let my car derail...
daily grindDisposable peopleToss inkless pensLifelong serviceOn rotating shiftsPay day endsDue date beginsFan me, slaveYes, master
LoomThese pieces sewn togetherBy my hand entwinedFragments of knowledgePatches still bare and poorly stitchedGood and bad qualityThis warm, threadbare blanketBut how was I supposed to knowThe truth
benedictiona town that smallgets ants in their bloodlike the devil put its handon their shoulderand whispered
party pig / marrano muertoen el ranchome tapé los oídos.manchas de sangre corrianen la placitadonde el cerdo atadocolgaba de los piesgoteando. tomo dos balazosy la garganta degolladapara matar el cerdo.nunca olvidaréaquel grito.-----------------------on the ranchI covered my ears.blood stains streakedthe courtyardwhere the bound swinehung from its feet,draining.it took two gunshotsand a slit throatto kill the pig.I'll never forgetthat scream.
don't forget to wash your hands on the way outshoe prints on wet tilesit's definitely the smellof baby shitthe talcum powder scentlining thegrout with urine and toilet watermight as well take a chanceand piss outside
Bukowski's on my nightstandgetting blackout drunk atparties or real fistfights where I left a bruise like a purple sunof the gut of some nameless------fuckeror when I tried a cigarette inan abandoned house for thefirst time when I cussed out my rival I knew I wasn't hardthe real pain of magicwas when the adultsweren't watching I'd go to sleep andthinkwho I'd be tomorrowand not do it
route 66deep in the desertof enchantmentthe bosque caughtfire and createdthe smoke miragea djinn came outof the red sand
SUNBEAMThere is an intermittent anxietyfrom sitting in silence so longI should be doing somethingInstead I look at a reportBubbling in the gaps of B letters untilthe words lose their figureIs this right? I askI don't know kidIf I knewThings 'a been changedA long time ago
a study in you/hiaku i.at night you are wholebut when the sun rises, youbecome unraveled;ii.and in the morningyou awake with seasons caughtunder your new skin.
.a storm breaks insidehis mouth; my name washes upon his tongue, stranded
.what doesn't kill youcomes back with something strongerto finish the job
At the Turn of the Year澄んだ空碧い湖深みけりsunda sora aoi mizuumi fukami kericlear skydeepensthe blue lake.日から日へ相対論の年終わるhi kara hi e soutairon no toshi owaruday after day about the theory of Relativity,a year approaches its end.バス停やどんどん廻る腕時計basu tei ya dondon mawaｒu udedokeithe bus stop-wrist watch whirls in a haste人形のつやをかぶせるほこりかなningyou no tsuya wo kabuseru hokori kanacovering the gloss on the doll-dust.obscuring the glory of a puppet-empty praises.掃除機で埃も猫も駆けにけりsoujiki de hokori mo neko mo kake ni kerithe vacuum cleaner-chased away the dust
Eclipsemoon guides meon its voyage,night windgoes deep,insinuating bonesfingers as white,tonguingthe marrow of me-I can't shiver thechill from my soulas intense aseverything I feelwhile there's life,who couldsustain ita sadnessadrift,where it takes meI don't know,I don't wondertoo numbto feel the coursemoon steers-eyes soft focus,total eclipse
.i wanted to bathein fire; for the amber tonguesto lick me clean, pure
.sooner or later,the tooth fairy picks up ahammer and chisel
.and if you evermanage to get inside myhead, i'll wish you luck
Behind the EyepatchBehind the Eyepatch:A simple eyepatchWorn to hide deformityBecomes its symbol-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th May 2012
on BeingThey say sell yourself,but don't brag and be humble.Why be anything?