Blindfold

Help me!
Help me!
I no longer can see –

I cannot find
My tongue
My mouth
My teeth

Help me!

I cannot cut
My hair
My nails
My dreams

Help me!

All I’m left is
A finger
A paper
A saber

Help me!

I must see
I must scream
I must be clean!!!

Help me!

Voila!

Textures
Torture
Sublime
Dreams

Seizure:
Fortune
Is your
Means

Phantom,
Phantom:
Show your
Piece

Darling,
Darling:
Make me
Mince!

Aim

I went to school
Learnt ‘bout my grades
I came back home
I wrote the same

I went to the refrigerator
Took a can of beer
Opened it, and my notebook,
I wrote the same.

I saw a nightmare
With three demons
I rushed to my table
I wrote the same.

My life is a paper
My heart is a pen
My mind is my shelter
I wrote the same.

lover, you should have come never

slippery wet fingers clutch my crotch,
a greasy moisty neck rubs mine,
hair, sweaty hair cloud my eyes:
oh, how i hate this reunion -

this cyclic filth - these rhythmic convulsions -
supposed to heal me, but reveals nothing;
tricks me, fools me, goads me
to that momentary belief of
reaching ad infinitum.