LOS AÑOS QUÍMICOS

se escuchaba aquella música

chunda

chunda…

el primer chunda me llevó al suelo

cuando llegó el segundo

ya yacía inerte sobre él:

pegajoso y sucio

chunda

y no me importó

que la vida hasta aquel momento

había sido interesante…

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corrí hacia la luz,

chunda

más rápido,

atravesando gente

que bailaba

chunda

botellas de agua al ritmo

al viento

de su propio sudor…

chunda chunda

y la intermitencia

me obligó a confundirme

un parpadeo eterno

sin fin

chunda

vi un puño acercarse a mi cara

Hey girls!

Ni siquiera lo noté

Hey boys!

toda la dureza de aquel foco

impactó con fuerza

contra mi frente

Superstar Djs!

nueve puntos,

de pura

sutura

Here we go!

Chunda

chunda…

otra botella de agua,

por…

favor

Here we go!

OVERWHELMING ECSTASY

‘How like your Darling papa you are!’

But there’s no ball I’ve ever kicked,

No ball I’ve ever gone to.

‘He nodded at me, fucking shitting himself.’

But I didn’t throw the filth off the track

As his husband run around in fear.

‘She was the most difficult to restrain.’

Though no whisper turns her on,

Distracted by the arrival of the dogs.

‘I started to panic a little bit.’

And then I searched for the DJ

As I sincerely started hanging myself.

‘The ambulance arrived quickly.’

The worst scenario:

I didn’t die, but she did.

‘Aren’t you coming with me?’

She asked out of the blue.

The winter darkness blinded my strength

So I yelled, ‘I am the undefeated!’

‘It had been a sad time.’

I know it, and I was

Deeply concerned

For my own reputation,

Her perennial misery

And the poisonous cunt

That had almost started to speak.

‘I’ve heard it all before.’,

But you’re daft,

Big enough to look after yourself…

So, farewell, you fuckwit,

You may become the right one,

May have company,

And even get

The wife,

The job,

The house,

The car

And the nuts

That cereal box

May in fact contain.