Dryness Of Throat In A Room

Slow Forgetfulness

Slow are the hours , wall, ceiling, tennis, white ... rotten bed, murmuring dreams. close your eyes and the mask falls again , close your eyes and you get naked while you look in the mirror, meat, bones, hair, firm .... say yes and no simultaneously. Bees

bloody, queens falls, heads rolling. In have the word in the language and the wind, clench your teeth while you loosen the knees, frankly, the brain. Empty stomachs and mouths full, vomit dreams and become the mess that you wanted, you shit defecate and memories. Empty streets, murderers up and down, down and in the middle, middle, and inside, the smiles are down, they are dropped his hands and arms, dead white, purple, red and black. Broken balls, green soldiers burned rats filthy roll down the drains and threaten to steal the sky.

watery eyes, virgins thrown, dead trees ... White is the ceiling, rotting bed, slow are the hours in this prison.