El reposo

El viento que se desliza suavemente por una rendija
la orilla de sus labios y el bao que emite silencioso
la luz es azul
alguien abre la puerta y sus ojos aun dormidos
las sabanas con la temperatura del reposo
el sonido intenso de la alarma coge sus pantalones y al tocar sus manos la madera que rechina
hay una silla y el cafe humeante no se escucha nada
pasan algunos minutos
se fue.
by The Shortfellow
24/03/13

The Mode

I don't mind certainly
the time and the hour
the mode you are in
the mood you will put me on
lots of us out there
there we were
in the space of vomit
in the space of saying
jumping near the garbage beans
believing thoughts were truth at their time
who changes ?
not us
the slowly walk back home
the stomach monster coming too
brushing with softness
the mess up part of the inner child
who knows ?
not us
inside the train the night
the skills of magic tongue
our touch almost forgotten
by the polar light and so
who saw ?
not us
but the always body shape of the night immerse in light
like a wet pamper of past
like a sucker to the cried
and so
and so
and now.
by The Shortfellow
1:36am 16/03/13
New York City