Poetry since January 2012

I must go to work
because I was not born
to the appropriate shopping excursions
trust funds, real estate, inheritance...
no, I was born a worker bee
without horizon
only walls and walls and walls
all around and as far as the eye can close.

We don't do it to survive,
to gain things, to do good,
but for the fear
stirring the organs in our ribs
the nothingness everythingness
we substitute with nonsense;
we hum in the silent roar
so our eardrums won't hurt and burst.

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Let me part your lips
and taste the truth
on the tip of your tongue.
Save it for me.

Silence my bitter
or honey-sweet words.
Tell me what
I long to hear

of the adventures
and passions
and revelations. I want
to share in your wonder.

Just don't forget me
while you remember yourself.
I need you more than a f*****g
poem can say.

Hang on to me please.
Just a little longer.
Because one of these days,
we'll make love look easy.

We'll prove everyone wrong.
Please let it be true
that love is stronger
than hurt.