Boneless ode to Lucifer almighty and someone

The saddest summer is 120 years without you -my mind thought in a rampage of nothings-: this evening, the soft rain was so imperceptible that she looked like light encrusted into light

later, a pseudo advertising mixed erotism and informatic, which made me suddenly think about the year 2019.

At the supermarket, the cashier girl and Lady Dilemma argued politely about coupons of discount

I never knew how those coupons worked, my mind is so un-merchandizing

unfortunately.

The infrastructure of the parricidal sky made me close my eyes, I almost was sleeping while I walked down the street

in the worst sequence of my dream I saw myself going to Cannes

to Cannes.


"The day of the exterminator angel will be the day of the remembrance", she whispered
I woke up nervous and feverish.

In fact I think that you whispered it, and you are whispering it in this right moment in my tortured ears

tortured ears

my ears.


"The heavy soles of this angel gonna crush Rúmpeles Tíjeles, north to south and east to west"
you whispered

"Because he is my fist and my uncalled punishment over your head, so he's gonna crush your head"
you added.


Your lips still are moving and no word can be heard, but they keep on pronouncing that sentence, silent.

Sentence, is a sentence

not a phrase.


The way how your lips got twisted with the last word left me invariably sad, did I wake up?

Where are you


Do you exist in this right moment somewhere? Or it was all this a tremendous dream?


Confusing ideas start crashing each other in my brain

did you know that nothing is like the past? NOTHING

except the...


NO

shut up, shut up! Cursed dagger! My poison! Don't forget me, never!

Keep me hanging from the book of your days forever: poison! Send me to the bitter ostracism and then abuse me again, my poison!


My dodgy diadem, complex ensign of my pain.




You're so strange that I can't stop understanding you
your heart is a puzzle
I completed it, but dirty ashes fallen on it from my mistakes

each ash is a mystake.

Of myne.


For example sometimes you're like a little little girl
like a daughter in the wuthering

and sometimes you're giant, a giant woman of days like ice.




The troops of invasion abandoned all the asylums now

and despite the almighty Kronos, and in spite of this jail or cage, something told me that after the prophecy, will come the vertigo

and then...AND THEN!

? (!) ? (!) ?



 [digression]

"Don't go away from me, because the anguish is near
and my heart was melting like wax, and my tongue got dry and adhered to my palate, and I was laid over the dust of the dead ones

because dogs surrounded me

but you, you! 
Don't go away from me, help me please."










Because the anguish is near


and falling from a high and blue dream would be like dying.


"Because streets that never end found me trying to alleviate my distress, at unexpected hours, when the night devoured me with the mouth of a vampire
and at the edge of the terminal barbarity I seated to watch the world with eyes of albatross."




Brusquely I woke up in the middle of the cold world of today and I laughed at myself (laughed, laughed!)
I realized that I had to be a man


but, to be a man: what is a man?