nutteloze poëzie

Sit for hours
sit for hours
sit for hours
sit for ours
shit four ours
shit four hours
shit for ours
sit four fours
shit four fours
and it hurts

from now till FWD

In this Syberian
state of mind,
i apologize
for all that
I always mistake
I always missed.
cause I'm aware:
just a rat playing with symbols
trough a cascade of Tanqueray
on the top of camel's shit,
Becauce I'm aware we are not the same
and not so different
and there's not even a particle
of racism in me.
I know no race as my race for knowledge.
cause we are both rats in camel's piss cascades

some fall 2011 poems

Rain another Rain             
from my nose
from pain
in this reminded 
sea there's no 
so much water 
for two

sweat hot and horniness
may be bad, but isn't

Let me know less than
yesterday
let me go, don't tell me about your life
It's hard to hear this
when it comes from yourself
in this mirror of your crap

SKIP THIS PARAGRAPH 
IS WROTE JUST FOR
FEED MY EGO

There's no time to talk
about poetry
so just take your things
and go away
so far away
where the grass grows
trough the walls 
and your ayes still on your face.
Anyway you make me feel sick.

NICE PAGE 
BUT NOW 
WHAT?

I complain about fill this
page with post traumatic shit 

I'm sure, 
I know
everything 
about
holes in
the street 
big and
black
(noir)
holes,
filled 
of shit,
garbage
and 
animal's fur.

Gregory

I'm quite close of became that famous bug.
Gregory.
I'm slimming trough the floor 'til the stepladder.
Trying to climb
trying to be
after throwing up that mix
/of salt
/spices
i realize I'm a slug
dying melted in orina
dying melted in my tedious pass of time
missing my backpack-home as i was a snail

Andimfackingburnedaboutbeingrejectedornotevenengagedindeepshitjobswhilewaitingtousemybraintogetmylife©UbayMartin.2012

midnight summer dream

about birds
and riots
and the absence of summer
but that warm/boiling feeling that comes in from the window after midnight,
stills calling me to kill;
calls me out, (that other side)
and, by the way,
what about you?
what about me?
I still thinking on birds and acrostics and riots and acrobatics,
and i lost another job, so I still wandering/dreaming to do something with my life

and, by the way,
what about you?
what about me?
I still swaeting/dropping/complaining of this curious condition of mind.

Gas starts from deep inside, with a weak roummmm.
Then he moves your forgotten pieces of flesh,
rotten memories,
insane membranes,
'till he explores the exit,
and then shares its best with the entourage.
Gas is my ally.
God save the gas for us.

reload

So I understood
my tongue was mine
and serum was my privilege
of this slow agony
the gardens were closed to my step
and sunset, used to waste my body for money.

deaf's language (reloaded)

We are not afraid.
We invent monsters. Aliens and ghosts.
But we're not afraid, we fight them.
We bleed them.
We invent hatred, xenophobia and racism.
But we're not afraid, we fight them.
We bleed them.
We Invent excuses, conflicts, misunderstandings.
But we're not afraid, we fight them.
We bleed them.
We invented deep sea:
But the deepest depth is inside us.
We bleed.
I'm afraid for the smallest insect.
Anything that moves,
even pollen particles confuse me with danger,
molecules of dust with armies of spiders.
In that debacle, I shudder with the passage of air.

Österreich

Maybe (maybe) I dream with lock someone in my wardrobe,

but is not ok because I'm not from Österreich

Identity no more

Maybe I'm a Maybe,

attached because I was naughty,

attached to the ground because being nasty

but not attached anymore, after becoming a crazy word,

after smelling like hemp ropes.

Maybe I'm a plastic,

red plastic,

red plastic seastar,

waiting for four years in the bottom of the sea.

Feeding fishes, and sad, very sad about

that kid who forgot me

in the ground,

in the darkness,

in the ground

of a deep cold blue sea.

Diving

We touched the water. It was cold.

So fucking cold.

Something else than I don't remember right now (sort of youth Alzheimer)

After, we evolved into amebas, and we went deeper.

Tomorrow we will try to touch the ground, the sea's ground.

It will be hard, the water is almost at -2

But give it up is not an option.

So, did you think that it would work?

parce-que je deviens melancholic

Y yo creía que el miedo

era mi aliado

en un mundo sin aliento

And I thought that the fear

was my allied

in a breathless world

Little red riding hood was in the wrong place.

She was standing right there, in the wrong place.

Then she was hit. Beat. Hurt.

Even raped.

But not longer Little red riding hood but

a teen with a red hood, bleeding in his nose

for the impact of a police's officier fist,

He was trying to gut some chocolate bars from a vending machine,

in a metro station,

and both were wolf,

and both were dogs,

and the blood was smelled by the others predators,

and the Red Ridding was founded under the bridge, behind the bushes

We were swans when we swam in the sea of swansea

There's nothing but research

in those shoulders I keep

But I can see the shadows

of my sturm and drunk brothers

that silent brotherhood,

I agree,

Is created to challenge

to fight dragons,

and after run away...

free

Ode to my newest job

This is the work I hate

The kind of work a hate

they give me enough for live

they give me enough for feed myself

the give me enough for have a roof, a home.

But they steal my freedom.

freedom

creativity

thinking

mathematics and phisics and all of that

is not what about is

I don't even use my mind.

I don't allow them infect my mind

brain

clean hippothalamus.

Not a real Infected,

not a real slave, so.

But in a slavering factory anyway.

this is the kind of job

work

occupation

I don't want it

I give it to you.

Is my desire.

Is my gift.

Open It, Use it.

Now is you turn.

I'm not a slave anymore. Now I've been accepted.

I'm one of them.

I go with them fot breakfast. Lunch. Dinner.

We talk. We laugh. We laugh al time. Even I have them on facebook.

I got them Cellphone numbers. I call the friends, and i'm very very lucky of working with them.

Sometimes I remember when I didn't belong here, and I waste my time thinking in freedom and other nomenclatures.

Now is phisical and mathematical. Now I use my brain, the whole.

know I belong 100 %, and It works.

Know I'm free, i melted with them.

I belong them.

I own them.

I love them,

And I will take off my life if they decide to fire me one day...

Y entendí

que mi lengua era mi mía

y que mi suero era el fuero

de esta lenta agonía

que los jardines se cerraban a mi paso

y el ocaso, malvendía mi cuerpo por su precio.