I AM MY NIGHTMARE MIRROR

calliope retailer now hating her job infinite bad mood caution case plastic face pourquoi s’habiller en pute?   bad pay from life for all the efforts required working woman heartful maiden laid in class and grace in poor manor, poor family working for medication and food   never lost, never had will die in gray no marriage to save to live in cold hell and to exist as number [is to hate yourself truly]   *** beautiful eyes has the blonde girl at the bus stop low-key kinda shy   *** “she’s from the devil”, said the old man behind me as the car passed by a tomboy girl. *** have it right for all the rest complete path, visible marked down goals I know what to do in college   *** two japanese persons mom and daughter speak in their first language and laugh happily on the way back home   *** He was kissing his sister In front of the guy that was kissing her before There was a heated argument And I was not interested   *** I don’t know myself, all I know is t...

(outdated version//new version on the book ) after noticing my eyes on you your eyes turned to me saw on my face something I could never describe and they glistened and you looked away my half smile when you looked back was enough to make you lose control and whisper the feeling burning up your throat i love you   and I felt bad for you because that smile was more pity than affection you were lost in me and had no idea of how dark would be the future not knowing the amount of influence I had built up on you lacking the ability to stand up on your jelly legs eaten by the butterflies in your stomach   you’re behind me and I feel your eyes with beams of love covering my body whole and it makes me more and more depressed unable to say a word and start a conversation ashamed of my lack of feeling for you and how I can’t avoid keeping your hopes up only to feed on this blind adulation   one of us has to die tonight pumpkins will be smashed in the backyard and it wont be me for ...

    Little boy with a ninja headband    Big boy with a pink Hello Kitty purse    Little boy has a cool leather jacket full of patches    Big boy wears hot leather, pissing    Little boy carries a plastic katana, always on hold    Big boy flips an iridescent switchblade; cut wrist    Little boy says he wants no pickles    Big boy mad dances at 2 in the AM/PM      Little boy smiles at me, waves as I pass by must’ve liked my shirt    Big boy eats me with his eyes, shaking his tits pussy hole needs filling    Little boy lectures about Gormiti for 20 minutes straight mom’s calling, doesn’t say goodbye    Big boy can’t express his ideas in any way and will never appreciate good art    Little boys shake tears when little brain is confused    Big boys literally only want one thing and it’s fucking disgusting      Real men wear ...

Trans kid with a trans flag on her back Proud of being herself Kissing every mouth that’s open Took the money, went into alley Grizzly old rag got his dick sucked New Sex on the Beach in her hand A sassier smile on her face “Spread the word, old man Mama wants a new leather jacket”   *** sticky; sucking, touching black skies, yellow music rainbow colored flags travel around a sea of rainbow colored hands *** “Want to play my Mockinbird?” —now that’s how you get a girl to suck your dick—   *** Calliope is at the church Make of hope a return —to the old ways— For ‘tis a mad venture we’re in [...]   *** Over a decade apart My lean hands touch the robust body of a double bass In a kind of reunion unforgettable, unpredictable As I flop away the notes of Excursions   Letting go, there’s a newfound emptiness on the outside Fingers moving, playing air Yellow smile, sad countenance Holding in tears as we say goodbye   *** teenage daughter is bored, at the counter murmurs...

For so long I’ve waited For what I thought was the right moment To check on you, talk to you Show you I have changed Not the person I once was But different, better, with a new view of this new world I wanted to love you again and maybe get from you any kind of affection Thinking twice, thrice, on what to say next Spent the whole afternoon practicing a conversation But you stopped me before I had the chance And now what? What can I do? Am I really that unlikable to not even deserve a second chance?   *** maybe just show off pinky ring maybe accept and be proud of my fate as a maiden   *** baphomet printed on large black tee protestant woman in her jeans skirt don’t even look at me when I say “good morning”   *** Winter is coming The neighborhood committee Began to dress stray dogs In cozy coats   *** The trio walks down the avenue Colored hair, short hair, puny accents on broken English Skateboards and jean jackets; buttons, patches and heavy make-up Grandma’s got fa...

[PT only]      Estes são alguns experimentos em improviso e crônica, inspirado nos trabalhos de Rogério Menezes para o Correio Braziliense. ***    Rogério, 37, é morador de bairro pobre nos confins da cidade. Pega ônibus todo dia para trabalhar no quiosque que a prefeita deu. De noite trabalha como guarda noturno. Toda quarta se senta num boteco qualquer e bebe até apagar; dia de folga, mas teme parar em casa. Teme ver o filho doente sobre a cama, e a esposa de rosto como que congelado numa única expressão de angústia —sofredora estátua de sal do dedicado Lot—, assentada assim todos os dias ao lado do menino rosa, em carne viva.    Rogério não sabe do futuro, não quer saber do futuro, e afoga as mágoas em infindáveis horas de trabalho para se sentir útil, sentir-se capaz de influenciar a vida de qualquer um, mesmo que da menor forma possível[...] ***      O aniversário de Lúcia, 33, é em uma semana. Os colegas de trabalho ...

H ug the man, say “Fuck, dude, you smell” Eat ice cream Give a dog the extra strawberries Crash at a new couch, new living room Build a pillow fort Wake up at noon after playing all night And then play some more Try a fuzz pedal for the first time Make it feel like Napalm Death And then Kaya; after that, Sonic Youth Play some Guns’n’Roses — todo mundo conhece “Clube dos Canalhas” Drink ‘til I pass out, awake every ten minutes Dreamlike ventures, streaky, strobing lights Might’ve thrown up at the porch Might’ve exchanged raptures with lab rats Might’ve eaten ice cream before dinner Don’t know what’s happening, dreaming, working when half-sober No one is complaining, people visit Say “wait a minute, I don’t see your ass round these parts in a while” “What can I say, I’ve escaped” We sit down, talk about future projects Talk about reworking the scene from the ground up Make plans for a future not mine, including I “But I won’t be here for long, let’s record some B-sides already” Steal som...