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Neurons blurring
speeches static on the saliva
every vocabulary
graying and hollowing
brain fusing out
agonizing lightbulb
every notebook that is and was
smoking out into the notness.
The walls are flooded
with years of vanity
to tease the eyes of the inexistent
the soirees of the unacquiantances
you wanted to woo
with the not English tea
(no, your relative who traveled
last week to Mars
did not bring any tea
nor regal you with wonderful stories
of an unexistant country under red skies)
which is just watermint
inside old boxes
as a gift from the succesful nephews
and nieces
who have escaped this geography of misery
and streetroaming the empty streets the traffic clogged streets.
The walls are wide
but you wouldn´t know that
since one feels like staring at Nana´s appartment
and the pungent overluxuriousness
lunging at you
as a baroque punch straight to your eyelids.
The walls are drowning you
and still you have no money of your own-
why, she needs to buy some bread, some milk,
a brand new trinket-
yet she still made you pay
for the midday takeout
while she´ll go this afternoon
and have tea and chat
with the recently arrived
-Oh,Dear, from Russia?!-
gossip darlingest friends.
And so she had to throw her pleas
in everyone´s face,
and then she goes home
puffed up
-wallet full,

Nw she wants to
in a larger than
twenty-thousand-bills dinner
(Even if there is still uneaten food
even if said food has been there,
in the fridge
since two weeks ago)

Even if the hanging bills
constantly make my eyebrows tingle
as she babbles on about eating a fancy salad
because eating leftovers
isn´t good for your health

and neither is a new month
resigning yourself
to not leaving the house
because you don´t want the city to darken
in your stench.

But no,
it is all
about a fancy meal
and then
go back to a dark dry household

and then back to
pleading again
the next month
for another fancy dinner
in a dry, dark apartment.

Why yes,
go and
by all means
mongrel some help
-in the name of CHARITY-
he´ll have another good year

we won´t have anything to eat
for a week
(Unless you bleed my unstitched wallet)


That´s what
all the old age matrons say
(Spanish proverb,
you understand)
And thus everything is clear,
in the wide, too wide
as we eat too much, too much

One´s got to buy something
Persons have to eat
at morning
at night
You say


But it is too vapid
numbers too molten
too vague
as your pants bleed
as your politician´s tongue
tries desperately to cover up
-Oh you failed Minister of the Household-


In the mean time
-no shit, the tics and the tacs
sure won´t be pleasant-
no balances are equal on both ends


Compliment the bureaucrat
who ensured he will
live for another hour

yet we will have to bathe with our imaginations
cook with my bitterness
and light our too wide too wide apartament
with my desire to sell
a dozen of your makeups
your liver
your tongue
your charity.

It is sixteen
of the longest month
in the year

and there is no time for tricks
-you are the one being slowly bled out of treats-


Rents slowly fade in and out
like a haunting
lingering but not


Start posting the warning in your door-ring:
Any kid who comes seeking
will be used to relieve the bitterness
of a house maleficced
by the empty water
the bad accounting
and the shallow sayings


You will be at every party
as the one whose wallet died
unclear, turblulent
coins and bills
haunting your desperations
to grasp at the ruins of your monthly leftovers


"Need another twenty thousand pesos"

Until the end of the month,
she says,

and you are the screaming girl
in the horror called your life
as the wallet starts its dramatic
drawn-out transformation.


Trick or treat,
I want a candy just for me
a wallet that is good
a wallet that is only only for me
and I just want to your jaws in it
I hope you shrivel and melt
like a monster the bad at the end of the 31 flicks.
Clear countings, thick chocolate
In Spanish, there´s an expression that goes "Las cuentas claras y el chocolate espeso"(Clear balances, and thick chocolate", in a somewhat distorted translation) relating to maintaning clarity and honesty while doing business, or not being a spewer of malecow-produced manure in general.



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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
Hey Diego.  Kind thanks for the couple o faves.  Much appreciated, bud.  :)
oviedomedina Featured By Owner 1 day ago
No problem! :D
silver-sung Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the +fav. :)
oviedomedina Featured By Owner 1 day ago
No problem!
Nabium Featured By Owner 1 day ago
oviedomedina Featured By Owner 1 day ago
No problem!
Bark Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Professional Writer
Thanks for the fav!
oviedomedina Featured By Owner 1 day ago
No problem!
necropoetus Featured By Owner 1 day ago  New member
Thank you bunches for the fav! Hug 
oviedomedina Featured By Owner 1 day ago
No problem! :D
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