Before we bathe in human blood again
as a human now
the animal pains mine in this time and its many cages
consciousness trapped with trivial beliefs
I
however down of this plain Earth and limited
with senses of an ape, I
disagree
on their side
with exchange rate
Mercy them
Mercy them please
not me
As I
of Us
intend
to never die in this body
biker jacket
leather
for sale
XL
barely used
great condition
broke few bones in it
hit a curb
bus stop
beat up a guy or two
original price was in English pounds
I can’t remember
I was drunk with her and spring of 1989
asking $300 now
pick up at funeral home
maggots wearing it would not be fair
cash
old school
you can still smell her lipstick
if you hit a curb
or bus stop
she whispers too
always did
always will
memory is a bitch
You can use memory to bury dead while they are still alive
just not present
there are days when many dead come back
walking their paths from ten
twenty
thirty years ago
so different from what life made of them
you lose track of Now
looking into their eyes
in front of numb you
surprised and quiet
this is when Past tells me
last Thursdays
sooner of later come back
but never really manage to make next Wednesdays obsolete
or Mays dancing on the graves of Januaries
so wrong and naive
sick
take 1965 in Nam
resurrected
come on
this is not even this life
I am talking to my words
before broken in stranger’s mouth
on the other side of this world
they lie
as I wouldn’t forgive myself
the silence of
disgust when that happens again
I need to hear the music
and follow their path to wiser skies
tuned into the mood of falling blue from above the Sun
sized for a day
habit of sick celestial truths
and since when did I come here for illusion of only life
down to the last now so suddenly present
in person
I know not to be
but become
more
than
life
all the junk on idiot box
web
billboards
toxic spin of screens
freezing up my mind
always breaking or just in resident third world shit
invented crap reported by smiling day and night zombies
bleached upon brains
fake
horny blondes
other diseased psychos used as visual tags for irrelevant generations
celebrities but really slaves
sewer mermaids
dogs
farmed to be vicious on demand
contagious at sight
I get stuck between gravity of my own life and nonsense of existence
lunacy that is turning off the light I follow
I guess it’s side effect
consequence of having brain of a man
not of indivisible God of time and space both chosen as Now
so personal
everything is just a draft which
no matter how hard you try
can not be saved
that said
why be patient?
why?
I need no past
women
houses
streets
cars
money or hope
friends
enemies
things
memories
Gods
time
its scars written in light
or any maps I have drawn in mind to peace of sudden and infinite roads
I got rid of things but empty ocean extending into this fixture of fate
last but not least
on the horizon
call of The End to me in places and acts here
no more rogue waves under this Sun
coming from heart I carried
***
non ho bisogno del passato
donne
case
strade
automobili
denaro o speranza
amici
nemici
cose
ricordi
gli Dei
tempo
le sue cicatrici scritti in luce
o le mappe che hanno attirato in mente per la pace di strade improvvise e infinite
Mi sono liberato di cose ma oceano vuoto che si estende in questo apparecchio del destino
ultimo, ma non per importanza
all’orizzonte
fine chiamata per me in luoghi ed agisce qui
onde non più canaglia sotto questo sole
proveniente dal cuore ho portato
***
nie chce żadnej przeszłości
tych kobiet
domów
ulic
samochodów
pieniędzy
nadziei
przyjaciół i nieprzyjaciół
rzeczy
wspomnień
idoli
czasu
jego blizn zapisanych światłem
ciepłem
żadnych map wyrytych w śwadomości dla spokoju dróg nagłych i nieskończonych
pozbyłem się wszystkiego oprócz oceanu do ostatniego urządzenia losu
górującego na horyzoncie Zewu do Końca mnie w aktach i w miejscach tutaj
wystarczy
tych wściekłych fal pod jednym słońcem
pochodnych z serca które niosłem samotnie do następnego stamtąd nieba
last night was an enchanting lesson
in sudden ends to blasphemy of silence
sin I rely on
to calm my waves
become transparent
not wake again
on August 29th
2016
A.D.
Fuck hope.
how far is here
can I remain seated
or do I have to walk in circles
God?
you saw me give up
you had a chance to abandon me
why didn’t you?
I can’t give you another one
we both know
no time is
just words
I listen
life is a lawsuit
you are your own defense attorney
but you don’t trust yourself
to make the best choices for the defendant
who again left the courtroom to commit the crime
of another day
under the Sun
vanished
that’s all I wish to know
my Lord
