SEX AND STATIC

YOU USED TO LIKE MY SMILE
YOU USED TO CALL ME AT NIGHT
YOU USED TO TAKE ME FOR A FLIGHT
YOU USED TO MAKE EVERYTHING ALRIGHT,ALRIGHT,RIGHT AL...

SO, THE GIRL CAME UP TO MY ROOM, SWEAT AND JEANS, DARK HAIR AND LIQUOR BREATH. ALCOHOLIC KISS, SIZZLING TONGUE, BIZARRE FEELING OF JUST BEING WOKEN UP WITH BOOZE AND WEED FLUSHING IN MY BRAINS. YES I DO MISS HER. BUT SHE WAS OFFERING A PRESENT; NOT THE LUST LOST PAST THAT NOW IS IN MY MEMORY. MY WICKED MEMORY. HAPINESS IS THE SEED OF NOSTALGIA. SOME MORE DRINKS BEFORE THE CORPORAL FLUIDS COLLAPSE. DESIRE FOR FLESH, DESIRE TO GET LOST IN A RIVER OF FORGETNESS. SIMPLY CONCORDANCE, DANGEROUS DANCE. TONIGHT, TOTALLY NIGHT, LABERYNTIC DARKNESS IN MY BRAIN. MUDDY KISSES, SCARY MINDSCAPES. THE SKY HAS A HOLE. THE GIRL APPROCHES HER HAND TO MY PLEASURE-CENTER. I CORRESPOND WITH MY FINGERS. DIZZY AUTOMATS CARESSING THEIR WET BODIES FOR THE SAKE OF BEING. HALLUCINATE. I CAN'T STOP. IMAGES PARADING THROUGH THE NEURONS, WHILE ALL THE STORIES HAD BEEN TOLD AND RELIVING OVER AND OVER AGAIN. MY CONSCIENCE DRIVES A LIMO IN THE HIGHWAY OF PSHYCHEDELIA RUNNING OVER A MILITARY CONVOY. MANDELA STARTS THINKING OF MARRYING THE TOP MODEL OF THE MOMENT. BUSH PISSES ON A STREET CALLED REVOLUTION WITH A JOINT IN HIS MOUTH STANDING ON A GAS TANK. MALDOROR RISES FROM FANTASYLAND TO HORRORLAND CLAIMING FOR HIS BARENAKED CHILDREN. HUSSEIN PLAYS MONOPOLY WITH A HUNDRED SHADOWS OF HIMSELF WAITING TO BE EXECUTED; THE SOLDIERS WONDER WHICH IS THE RIGHT ONE. A BESTIAL PRESIDENT FINISHES WITH THE CATTLE OF HIS COUNTRY, THE BIGGEST COCAINE DEALER JOINS THE CHOROUS OF HIS LOCAL CHURCH, FIDEL CASTRO'S LATEST FASHION IS TO DYE HIS BEARD WITH THE COLOURS OF THE RAINBOW. THERE IS NOT A PLACE WHERE IT DOESN'T EXIST A PRISIONER. PRISIONER OF YOUR OWN HEAD. LEAVE THE DRUGS READER. THE POPE IS A TRANVESTITE DRESSED IN A BRILLIANT MONOCHROMATIC NIGHTGOWN. THE MOON IS MADE OF LATEX AND THE SUN OF PROPANE. ZEUS IS STILL ORGANIZATING ORGIES WITH OTHER GODS FROM DIFFERENT BOOKS. YOUR GOD IS REALLY A WOMAN. HER SON WAS THE FIRST HIPPIE. BAKUNIN IS TELLING THE ANARCHISTS TO WEAR DAFFODILS IN THEIR HAIR. THE RIVER RUNS UPSIDE DOWN. I FEEL THE HUMIDITY OF HER BODY, MOANING AND WHISPHERING IN MY EAR. MORE MORE!, MORE!, TELL ME I'M A WHORE, TREAT ME LIKE A STUPID BITCH. A BLACK HOLE IS SWALLOWING THE WORLD'S ARMY. YOU HAVE BEEN PROGRAMMED. AN ARTIFICIAL VIRUS SINS WITH GLOTONY. Humankind DESTROYING MANKIND. THE DEAD PEOPLE ARE FORMING A LIBERAL PARTY. DAMNATION. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE DEVIL DANCING IN A FANCY SUIT? SELL, SELL, SELL, MONEY, MONEY. KEEP ON WALKING ON THE RIGHT SIDE. STOP BEING A REBEL. EVEN YOUR PREACHER WAS A REBEL, NOW HE FUCKS EXPENSIVE WOMAN WITH YOUR MONEY. JUST GET THE BEAT UP AND DOWN, IN AND OUT. SADE WAS A NUN MASTURBATING OTHER NUNS WITH HIS CRUCIFIX. UNDER THE GROUND, THERE'S A CITY WHERE WRITERS LIKE POE, LOVECRAFT, DUNSANY, MACHEN AND WELLS LIVE WAITING FOR THEIR MAGGOT SALAD. WRITERS ARE IN DANGER. INMORTALITY IN WORDS WRITEN IN A WHITE PAPER, I'LL LIVE AS LONG AS SOMEONE READS ME. WE WERE NOTHING BUT BODIES FOR EACH OTHER, HEDONISTIC BEINGS IN SEARCH OF WELLNESS. BLOOD PUMPING. FRICTION AND HOT. SALTY FLAVOUR. THE SOUND OF STARS. BUKOWSKI THINKS I AM COOL CAUSE I HAVE MADE PEACE WITH ALCOHOL, HE'S STILL THREE FEET UNDER. YOU WOULD DRINK PISS IF I TELL YOU IS THE LATEST DRUG. IN A FAR ISLAND THE CORRUPT PRESIDENTS SWIM IN A MONEY POOL TOUCHING THEMSELVES WITH THIER GREEDY HANDS. THE OCEAN AGLOWS WITH NOISES. THE FISH CRY THEIR PAIN. FADING OUT. EVEN IN YOUR HAPPY PLACE THERE’S A WAR GOING ON. THINK OF A HAPPY PLACE, YOU CAN'T EVERYTHING IS GONE. AN INCREDIBLE SPRINKLE LIGHTS UP THE SKY. SET THE AIR ON FIRE, EXHAUST YOUR JAIL BODY WITH DESIRE, BABY SET THE EARTH ON FIRE. SO, THE GIRL LEFT AFTER A LOUD ORGASM SERVED WITH ANIMAL SCENT AND A SEMEN COCKTAIL. THE SUN WAS GOING UP. MAYBE ANOTHER BEER WILL CALM MY BODY. LYING IN BED STARING AT THE ENDLESS FIGURES IN THE CEILING. NOT ANOTHER PARADE. RELAXATION WILL ALWAYS COME TO LEND A HAND. TORMENTOUS NIGHT, MY EX-GIRL...YES, YOU USED TO LIKE MY SMILE.IS IT ANYTHING SIMPLER THAN THAT?THAN LIFE?
OSWALDO PEREZ CABRERA
Mexico Distrito Federal