There´s no man

There's no man 
Whose muscles would peek 
Out of a short sleeve 
Into the solid base 
Of my soul 
Of my childhood voice 
Reverberating in my head 
In the form of a phrase 
Who am I 
Who who who
Simply you you you 
Caught in the body 
Soul hovering above 
Laughing its head off 
Laughing at what is to come 
Try to catch 
Who I am
Years later 
No phrase no voice 
It's gone

There's no man 
Whose infatuation 
Would wave its wave 
Towards me 
Would spit its spit 
Over me 
There's no man 
Lifting up weights of love 
Hoisting me high above 
All angels in the sky 
Tiptoeing in white dresses 
On precarious grey clouds 

There's no man 
Heating my pulse

Piecing my heart

Shattered into puzzle mud 

-       -   By pathetic hedonism 

-       -   Indulgence and romantic heroism 

-       -   By swimming in hookers´ puddles 

-      -   And alcoholic pools full of fools

Into a stone dragging me 
From the palace 
Of a gentle courting 
To the act of drowning 
Making me a dusty shadow 
In a preposterous united kingdom 

"I'm sorry to forget" 
"I'm sorry not to regret" 
And here's what I say 
“Get out of my face”

Like African musicians of blues

Expressing their Ebonics roots

There's a man 
Acting like a master 
Of all this killing disaster 
Wearing a shabby coat 
Tailored by fingers of cold
By picky tasteless hands 
Having no time to waste 
On a princess 

-       -   Most coveted

-       -   When bodies and souls

-       -   Are freshly connected

Chucked out of a throne

Into a gutter by the road  
Leading from his precious home 

There's a man 
In existence 
Naked and piggy like Henry VIII 
Changing religion and spouses 
As socks as underpants 
Attacked by a jumping louse 
Driven by lust 
By bottomless wine 

There's a man 
With no reverse 
With no worth of 
Plotting revenge 
Of suicidal attempts 
There's a man 
Not seeing yet 
Vengeance manifesting itself  
In cracking egg shells
In yolks hissing on a hot pan 
On irretrievable love span