Monthly Archives: November 2013

there is no escape in here

the ladies they asked for coffee
from the janitor
who wear the same long and sleepless face
as them

while the others in their chairs
swirl their eyes
as they type away in disguise
of honest labor and service.

i go to my favorite place and
beat away to a dream.

i sit and take a good shit afterwards
with a fleeting consciousness
passing like a fog
and went back to my station
with one eye closed
still locked on the arms of sleep.

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movimiento

dankert-sleeplessthe beginning
of the end :

a new couple
moved in on the
next partition —
the guy snored like
a fierce tiger caught
in a corner drowning
mine & the other guy
on the third room;
a bad AC woke me up
with the fucking sweats
& a bed bug binge just
happened while i was
asleep, i mean what
the hell…

time to move out.

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searching for jesus

steam rising
fog horns
shadow singing
because you can’t see the face
a gem years in the making
almost by accident
there’s always a rip off
in this kind of story
surprisingly by a black man
there’s always tall tales circling
before the golden truth
now some people foolishly claims
he’s better than Dylan
but one thing’s for sure
some continents away
he is somebody’s ElvisImage

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disaster

like
war
brings
the
world
together
as
if
mankind
needs
a
badass
whipping
before
he
comes
around
and
make
a
connection.

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freeze – frame on yolanda

above,

she was

                 almost

magnificently looking

almost

majestic
beautiful
all white
vast
and ethereal,

almost.

what she was

below,

was hard
to put
into
words.

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to the german volunteers with their trailer trucks filled with donations stranded in lufthansa airport

i’m sorry
for the hassle, nobody told you

help will come
later

after taxes.

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in the house

( to lorem ipsum )

this lonely hearts club
we’re in together
with the rest
is slowly killing me,
the suckers are
punching holes and
letting the crows in
and i had to let some go
to be likened by others
who have patience
greater than mine;

where are you? if you’re
bleeding dry,
i want you to know
it’s just a phase
but if it stays for too long
then you’re the problem
not the words,
the muse is highly overrated
but certainly
you can milk it…
i tell you, just let it slide —

i have 8 cans of red horse
come out wherever you are
pull up a chair
pick a record to play
let’s talk about the storm brewing in the horizon
from london to new york to paris to milan
let’s talk about our dream – covered screams,
why vai is better than joe sat
and we can start by you telling me
just where the fuck
have you been.

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