A Quick One Before Supper

In 24 hours...

24 hours is such a long time. especially for those who want to hook up. My body yearns for his touch. I want to wake up.

My heart doesn't want me to sleep. I can't breathe. I need him! His delicious embrace To rest on top of his chest.

I miss his hypnotic scent. A couple of cuddles, and I lose myself. Please do not stop I belong to you.

In less than a day My dry dream will melt away. By tomorrow noon I will be kissing you.

Human leeches

You know one,

Those who fall up

They hoard your luck.

So you'd better watch out!

That gift or prize,

Will be taken away.

With their white smile.

So you'll suffer for them.

They love to be near you.

You'd better escape.

You can't beat them.

Karma will punish you instead.

They'll leave you empty.

And accuse you of envy.

Happy, they'll move on.

Leaving you with boiling blood.

Just another day...

Another comunist eating a big mac

It's so hot in the summer; it's a waste of time.

Free thinkers are chugging Simon's chyme.

[Chorus]

Just another day in paradise!!!

Don't sit around; you better get green bucks!

While the fascists are doing peace signs

Happy Birthday, Rosy! Have some rotten pie!

[Chorus]

Just another day in this futuristic grime!!!

Life and microchips were a mistake.

A crisis is caused by greed and pain.

Don´t ask your grandma, or she'll rot in hell.

[Chorus]

Just another day is what it takes!!!

Just don't look at the news!!

Panic and powder are on the Day view!!

Shit eating grins showing a school phew phew!!

[Chorus]

Just another day in disgust!!

"The law is made for you to abide!"

exclaimed the micro-plastic rich with pride.

While politicians are launching the last genocide.

[Chorus]

Just another day in paradise!!!

Wraith

The little girl at night wept.

It is no use, no time to pray.

The family man could hear her.

His time is about to end.

What a pain! So much despair!

Since the failed business, his destiny has been set.

The unrelenting foreign sorrow,

Is the hunter for such bad men.

Trapped inside his home alone.

There goes Mike O.

He was drained of blood.

Every single associate is now cold.

"I didn't do it," he shouted.

"It's not my fault, you know!"

But the walls answered with blood.

And he hears the creaking floor.

"Please! Don't come closer!"

He fired into the empty hall.

Midnight was announced by the grandfather clock.

Now her presence is seen in the corridor.

On his knees, he crumbles.

Praying to deaf gods

She touched his shoulder.

All her pain flowed into his soul.

Before being drained of blood.

He saw through her eyes what he had done.

He felt short of breath,

His finger nails are hot as hell.

He made the mortal order.

For a crime she witnessed herself

She was buried alive.

Thus sealing his twisted fate.

Those heavy moments shall end soon

Feeling the green under my feet

Letting the cold air caress my cheek

Eyes closed, eating my own dreams

Recalling those night drinks

I'm balancing over the knife edge.

So long, I'll miss you, old friend.

Fresh toast, fried eggs

That morning was a living hell.

I woke up from such a sad slumber.

I poured me some cold water.

Someday, the nightmares will be over.

Now, they are inside my brown jotter.

Interloper

I remember that day well. My first delivery was at an old man's house. He was taking a nap, alone, in his library, hugging a big leather bound tome. I slowly woke him up, called his name and we went for a walk.

After a couple more takeaways, I sat down at a cafeteria for some ice cream.

- "Don't worry, I'll order one for you." Said the middle-aged man to his wife.

She didn't take any seat, she was looking rather annoyed. Shortly after, the man emerged from the ice cream parlour.

- "Pistachio, whisky cream and ... what was your favourite flavour?"

- "You well know I'm allergic to pistachios, change it to strawberry." she said, raising her voice a bit.

The fair haired man entered the shop again, now she really was annoyed. Not even a minute has passed when the man knocked from inside the place's window.

- "Do you know where I put my credit card again?" asked with a mix of meekness and muffleness from the glass panel.

The red haired woman sighed in frustration, passed the shop's threshold, extracted the man's credit card from his pocket and said: "let me do it".

After a lovely cool dessert, I took another nicotine gum (withdrawal is hell I tell you) and paid a visit to a brother and sister. The sun was up high, vaporising everything it touched. They were buried alive under rubble, a missile hit their apartment. He was hugging his little sister when I came. A really sad picture, I confess, but the job must be done. I held him by the shoulder, called his name and we left that horrible dark place. I shook his clothes to remove the little debris he had on his clothes and we went for a walk.

They said "Juan Gonzales" (a cover name), you see, I know everyone by their name, their true name, so I know where to find them. The room of the hospital was white, clean in appearance, he was on the hospital bed, being watched by his friend, who was holding his hand. I did not waste time, a few minutes later I was out, consuming my next nicotine gum.

The next call was in an apartment, a guy was punching the walls in rage, she was lying in the middle of the living room, covered from head to toe in blood and bruises. I hate to see them in bad condition, moreover, I can't finish a delivery successfully if they look so rough. So I did the humane thing of cleaning her wounds and wash her carefully in the copper bathtub, she then woke up, she looked herself, looked at me and smiled, thanked me, told me she was an engineer, she just won an internship at NASA, I congratulate her, said her name and we went for a walk.

I was having some pepperoni pizza for lunch when they said "Juan Gonzales", I remember thinking: "Again?! Did I miss that one?". I entered the hospital's lobby, 10th floor, white impeccable room, the two alone being engulfed by the yellow emanations of the noon's light. The bedridden’s friend was immobile as a marble statue, I swear, he was not blinking the whole time! I said Juan Gonzales' true name, and a few minutes later I was masticating another nicotine gum on a bench at the park.

The next take-away was a courtesy call from a rockstar, he was trying to reach me, after he broke up with a gorgeous gal. He shut himself in the damp bedroom and produced a rusty, filthy, syringe from his backpack, laid down on the bed and he inject himself with some white substance, an hour later I was holding his long greasy hair, helping him puke into the toilet, I said his name and we went for a walk.

I was drinking my evening black coffee with some toast when they said "Juan Gonzales", I exploded in anger, complained and argued whether that was some kind of prank or miracle, they replied that there are miracles no more.

Flustered, I entered the old hospital, took the lift to the 10th floor, now the orange lights were the only warm thing in the room, Juan Gonzales was looking at the night sky while the statue-for-a-friend was still holding his hand. Then it struck me, the fact was I couldn't recall that living statue's name, in fact, I do not recall seeing his face before!. I need to tell you this, because I'm good with names and faces, I can exactly pinpoint down the flavour of ice cream, the middle-aged couple where having that morning, but, this man was a fuzzy memory, a dream you usually fight to stay with you after you wake up. So I was there, next to the IV drop, about to say the bed ridden young man's real name, when they shouted at me that the contractor had cancelled the order due to some unforeseen factors, suffice to say it was an uncommon event.

After such a change of plans, the healthy one got up and walked up to the door. I was still puzzled by his nature, so I tried to follow him, but just before leaving the patient's room, he turned to me and I swear we made eye contact for a second! my heart almost stopped, he didn't say a thing, I was struck by a lighting bolt, he just scouted the room and then he entered the empty corridor. Did he see me? Did I imagine it? I shall never know, for I had doubts, it might well have passed a second or a minute, I left the room and found nothing in the corridor! the young fuzzy man was nowhere I mean NOWHERE to be found in the entire hospital!

The last thing I remember is that it was a quiet night, other times, I would have complained to the air about lacking any take-aways. Now, I was grateful, I needed to take some fresh air on a building roof overlooking the pretty lights of the urban landscape. I touched my right pocket, there was an old dry stick left, I remembered her lips under the slimming moon at sea, I remember her too well: "You shouldn’t smoke, it’ll kill you." she said, taking the same cancer stick from my mouth, robbing me a kiss. I can still hear her sweet laugh when we went for a walk. I remember thinking "yes, it will kill me" while lighting the cigar.

I hate those summer nights

Such hardship is to write

When you have a knife embedded in your spine,

The bones passed the sentence this morning.

Myself is gone; no more soul coupling.

Waiting in the bedroom alone

A hot, wet night full of scars

Keep away from his poison; no more trouble.

While in bed, sweating, puking bile

All my life, the bones said in a grave tone.

I was submerged in the bitter black woe

A miracle of the agonizing fate

My deep cuts were in vain.

Ever since that November evening

I feel my open wounds becoming blue.

Once you notice it, you can't stop the hum.

And I should hold my puke whole.

How on earth might I change?

For I only knew pain.

The bones said I possessed the tools.

That I must try and always carry on

The happy word of the day would be book.

A Midsummer Night's Melancholia

With dry lips, she contemplated the night Lonely, sad and thirsty for such a long time, She cried for she didn't know how, but her memories of glee turn to sorrow dust.

It was a still and silent summer night. On top of the world, she behold the closed house Once filled with laugh, now it's empty with shouts Anything not bolt to the ground, now is resting by the street light.

One step in front of the other, The dulled naked feet, step down By the edge of the moonlight She contemplated the summer night

Her cries were heard by no one except for the wind, Now sitting, arms crossed, eyes closed, gentle weep The cheery night did not care for her, Only when they were together everything seemed to be OK.

Now loneliness was by her side, Better forgotten than being forced to smile Yearning some rest and peace of mind Hoping to drink clear sky by the next morning light

The pale man yelled alone.

Unnerving stanzas of Edgar Allan Poe,

I realized and cried, "You moron!"

"That's not a raven, it's a crow!!"