I Pray You

I pray you. I pray you because you fly and we do not. I pray you because your name is Carmelo, I pray you because you bring evangel and grapes for the sinners.

I pray you.

I pray you, among gente en pelotas I pray you. Because your God has forsaken me I pray you.
I pray you.


I pray you becaoose you are asymmetrical and eaudecologned, I pray you.
In this solar city of dry carton, I pray you, because I can not do anything else, I pray you deaf, dumb, thirsty, desperate, anemic, undermined by the paludism I pray you, DEAD I PRAY YOU, I pray you without vowels, look:

  pr y y  .

I don't expect God to love me or you to love me or the cop of your block to love me or the professionals of the mental health to love me, fuck you and fuck everything and fuck everybody, go to Hell! I pray you.

After the rush of alfajores on the street, the hamleters were seen eating pickles seated at communal tables displayed along the danceable streets, tables, long and Anabaptist tables, rectangular like German heads:
who the fuck do you think you are? San Antonio de Padua? Venus? Astarte? La Muerte en Persona?











I pray you I pray you, running like a furious neurotic through these nailpolished sidewalks I pray you.