Hotel whim

 You arrive and tell the waiter to turn down the sun
as if it were the volume on your wireless headset

They read your sexual fantasies like a medical exam
so you can have all the bells and whistles tinkled and blown

Each minute is luxury gluttony
immediate gratification

Yet like a milkshake that was too thick
you just can´t get enough up the straw

It must be now, you need so much more
The pool calls you and the bathers too
they want to wrap around inside out
until the orgasmic vein bursts

Check into you fat naked nirvana glistening with sugar and creme
your apetite is wet til the point of saturation
your organs buck and shake 
vibrating with anticipation

then wrinkle and dialate
under the stress and wear of exaggeration


You get back home in your underwear
stained and soiled with hedonistic flare

people call you simpatico
charisma without care

Tomorrow hangover, the coming down
check out on those days of empty despair
epicurean and euphoric hollow
polar rollercoaster up love, down fear

Proud stairs of evolution

 Mining patience
Hack my sense of honor
Toss the mediterranean salad
A kitchen of wood and shadows

Vines and powerlines
hacking into asteroids
extract that prime mineral
space and the face of your existance

Inside the anxious pillow

 waking to the blackness of the room
emptiness and an untangible presence
waking reaching for the phone
To read the time and confirm morning

The corridor knocks and echoes
An ancient energy splashes itself onto the walls
Morning is too afraid to arrive
It sits somewhere in the distance outside the city

waking to the dark gloom
restlessness and an untangible sense of absense
Forcing yourself to sit up to feel awake
yet your eyes are still closed darkness holding them so
as you imagine the phone light illuminating the bedroom

Waking to the sound of some crashing whino out on the street
The spiritual jewel cracked and shattered daylight peeping in
however you are still unconscious and dawn is ever black
Pining to be real to exist out of sleep
anxiety followed you into your sonofied state waking pretend
grasping at your own eyelids at the corridor´s door