Desplomaron... Nation

Resucitaron al paciente
Los miro a los ojos
Pidió muerte 
Pidió fin y conclusión 

Le explicaron que inexplicablemente 
Los Tornillos que sujetan las vigas de su piso se soltaron 
A donde se muda 
Los pisos se desploman

"El mundo" explico el doctor "ha comenzado a fallar bajo sus pies, señor"

El lo mira consciente lleno de yayas 
Sabia el desplomo era inevitable 
Ladrillos caen en su cara
Tornillos sueltos 
nudos de metal
Mundo se desploma 

A B

A Lil' Script

Act serious thoughtful and calmed
Allow time pre responding
Be you but not erratic
You own, room it under you
Think Karen Walker
Think insulting relevance 
That cannot be avoided not for a single second
It is important
And thus requires you to think
Do not volunteer
Do not drink
Wait to be asked
Be asked
And blaze them

Handle
Slim 
Owner of your testimony 
Enter poised and not brilliant but sober 

Soprano Over Breakfast

She called. A formal invitation. On the phone, "breakfast," she said.
I showed up. A bygone cafe. Vienna. Low lamps. Grand chandelier.

Glance across the room. Landed across my eyes. Sipped tea. Quietly.
We greeted. Spoke monosyllables. All threaded in meaning.

We faded away. I stood. Departed. Foot first. Body second.
She opened her mouth. And sang. Soprano note at perfection.

I looked at her. A black woman. A white Russian. No teeth.
The lights dimmed when the door shut. A soul left the room.

Stepped on the street. A car approached. Drove straight into my skull.
Thoughts clashed against the hood. Thoughts, blew up in irrelevance.
Feelings oiled the street. Made of rock. Solid. Crystallised.

Dismembered ears heard another note. The Soprano sang again.
Just like that. Dead without knowing love. Breakfast frees.

Durmiendo Tuerto

Dormir tuerto
Ambos ojos abiertos
Te corto el corazón
Bajo tu piel
Pie eh eh eh el
Un ojo abierto
Y te veo
Desnudando el corazón
A un abismo
A un teatro vacío
Un ojo lagrimeando
Diciendo hey
Saca tu mano de mi alma
Digo hey, Jey, gei
Tu me haces llorar