old confession

stay still
Don´t move
or say anything
Until we learn

Freeze!
Be quiet
Don´t move
don´t fucking move
Until it happens

See how strange
and odd
things are
how funny
how curious

A year & a month

Automatic cleansing
flowing naturally...

My guilt has a face
My ringtone has your voice
& my bed still your scent
from the day we made it
to the big leagues

This city and its pains
woun´t let me hear
the confessions
I call it love, insanity
I call it my reality
dark skin
full lips
broad nose

My fingertips still
smear
cold beer
used chewgum
nicotine
your cunt