a night conversation

it is your
right to have lifestyle of your own
and you may
keep it as i ponder upon
my own

50 years
there is a zero in it
i know

you are discreet
with your favorite websites
that give you
maximum erection

soon they will trace it
when you become a star

for the meantime
no one is concerned with lowly worms
feeding on carcass

there is no envy here
as i have already written my conclusions

there are principles
that are not uncompromisable

your hands are waves
and your words are like tassel of a white dress

sometimes i could not help laughing
but i know how to pocket smiles like some secrets

you bloomed last night
like cadena de amor
ah, the dama de noche is
more like it

i have seen the genie in you
you bet the pink mustache is too revealing


i give a hint that you must leave
you refuse to take it

and so i simple keep my mouth shut
your words are undressing you

it is ugly
but it is the truth

i take a chair from the other room
sit there

look away from the fourth floor into
the far trees as the wind gets colder
the night digging deeper
and soon the paths which were visible before
turned into a
dark river

i do not wander what fish swims in your head
i do not wish to see bones

i am simply feeling the flow
i guess i simply pity you

in this usual pretense of happiness
there is actually no one there


like a tv show of canned laughter