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.