microwave food

Tonight we eat zero joules

All the king's horses and all the king's men

Couldn't put together

What the tapeworms have abraded.

Your saliva glues no more.

blue on blue

There is nothing unlawful about

Wanting you to expire by hypercarbia

As you inhale more of her breath than what you are supposed to.

There is nothing peculiar about wanting you to pass on,

Victim of some Bywaters' syndrome

As you lay with both lungs and breast

Illegally compressed

By foreign weight.

There is nothing insane about

Wishing some rare African disease on you,

If we could just agree on something

like internal leakage can be caused by rubbing.

(Repeatedly against a sharp object or someone else's tender flesh)

And that the moist fingers you feel,

might have pierced organs first

those that are responsible for converting

( I really don't know, so don't ask )

me - mine - my

electro-chemical impulses in neurons.

There is nothing particularly inhumanly cruel about you.

There’s also nothing really inhumane about me

dentes de leite

Debaixo da tua língua e por entre os teus dentes, estive eu.

Haviam polícias na cidade por todo o lado e ladrões nas esquinas. No meu bairro, todos os prédios tinham cinco esquinas. A visão áspera, o cheiro áspero, o toque mal cheiroso, o tal ruído escuro, tal qual como os dias mais escuros, onde ninguém quer sair da cama. Não consigo lamber-te, estás demasiado limpa. Lamber-te a ti ou uma criança qualquer, é a mesmíssima coisa. E onde já lá vão os teus dentes de leite. Provavelmente a servirem de cinzeiro de algum elefante executivo numa Antárctida, com bronze falso e membro de um ginásio ultra exclusivo.

Tão exclusive que ele corre sozinho, e não vê ninguém nu no duche. Pena. Pessoas nuas no ginásio nunca são pessoas. São armários, lâmpadas, livros, óculos, shampoos, shorts, pêlos por aparar e música e xixi nos pés. São coisas tensas-relaxadas-tensas outras vez e depois ginásio super exclusivo. Tão exclusive que não podes lá ir duas vezes.

Também cheguei a passar noites escondido a mirar para o que se passava no céu da tua boca. Lá fora chove, faz frio, os carros passam fome, os putos desligam e ligam os aquecedores, as mulheres e a televisão gritam coisas em uníssono e se calhar com a mesma motivação.

Mas eu não quero saber, se calhar queria um dia, mas hoje não quero. Quem me dera que um dia o teu andar fosse mais rápido que qualquer coisa que eu desejo, mas logo des-desejo. Podia parar por aqui mas isto não é o meu trabalho de casa. Mas tu és. Tu és o meu trabalho de casa e eu sou o teu. Tu também és o trabalho de casa dela. Gostava de ter usado os teus dentes de leite como troféus. Mas tu nunca me viste morder-te. Mas eu mordi-te.

Explaining CFAD

ouvi dizer que isto era para brincares. posso brincar tambem?

Schrödinger's cat

You crept, crept into a room you've never seen. Time and time and time over.
Polished hair and face, gaze and lips locked on objectives. You allowed a
tongue to dance through your teeth, time and time over. Her thighs pressed on
your eardrums and her fingers sculpted you like chisels. You're temporarily
deaf and personalized.

Hours ago you were imagining girls' clothes
for you to disorganize.

You're at the bottom of the bed. And you already know that nothing that you really want
is going to happen down there. Your sex smells of shallow girls and nihilism.

I curse your forehead to remain orphan of an imagined fever that doesn't have
enough money to travel by plane. Although there is always chimeras you can
tame into loving you enough to carry you around.

You are not Sappho.

I let both of them take a peek at Schrödinger's cat.
All the water they've distilled will be of no use.

Inside the mountain, there is a cave. Inside the statue, more statues. Inside this bedroom, a trap. You crept, crept into a room you've never seen. Now it's my time to steal.

Your fingers don't fit in the socket any more.

Therefore nothing is left to electrocute.
The staleness air can't smell our worn out muscles.

There is no love grounded in invisibility. I find myself competing with my own parasites.
While we gradually camouflage ourselves with the TV channels we never asked for. There is no love grounded in our indistinctness being.

We speak but we never shout; We aspire about wanting the same things every day.
We talk but never negotiate.

I'm young, but nothing moves me. You're young but you've unmovable.

Yours mouths mimic dusty old French kisses.
You kill spiders, just because they're spiders.
You kill flies just because they're flies. Just because.
And we continuously start-stop-end this story, just because.
we fuck because we don't need to.

The Sun has asthma and refuses to breathe.

It-She appears tired. It-she doesn't follow you everywhere any more. It-She
sabotages your photosynthesis and interrupts the melting of the iron in your
blood. You're anaemic by nature. The sun doesn't warm your bed either.

You're also a walking alibi.

And the midnight clarity flogs your skin with cancer, where she doesn't want to
touch. There's nothing to see here besides the eclipse that is forming under
your feet, which will swallow me, whole without much scrapping its teeth.

We're all men here. Although never equal.

My heart was shot out from your mouth against a pale, pierced navel and
never returned again. I still have those urges to this day. There is the need to
see you eat meat again, and to re-digest me in sum and parts with her again. There's a
sharp pain in my ghost limb again.

We're all men here. Although never equal.

coisas tolas que me disseste

sinto me a crescer, mas nao e do chocolate.

O gato de Schrödinger explica

Foste entrando entrando entrando,

num quarto que nunca viste.
Muitas, muitas e muitas vezes.

Cabelo e cara polida,
Olhar e labios trancados em objectivos.
Os poros da pele completamente receptivos.


Agora que entraste
permites que uma lingua te passe pelos dentes
vezes e vezes sem conta.
As coxas dela pressionam-te os tímpanos

e os dedos dela modificam te como escopros.

Ficas temporariamente surda e personalizada.

Das contigo em bicos de pés

a imaginar roupa de rapariga para desorganizar.
Estas ao fundo da cama.E no fundo

ja sabes que nada do que realmente queres,
vai acontecer.A tua fronte vai continuar orfã
de uma febre imaginada que não viaja de avião.

Depois de espreitarmos o gato de Schrödinger
toda a agua que destilas servirá para pouco mais que nada.

Dentro da montanha uma gruta
Dentro da estátua mais estátuas
Dentro do quarto, uma armadinha.

Foste entrando num quarto que nunca viste.