las esquinas de mi pueblo

new fucken age mitimota yingyang
spectra kami ng – ma gal
at tha tide shore of my sight

half a graceful salmon / half a lamb

random explosions in the hopeless corners of this missing city.
Where homeless and wackos and hairdressers and people you dont know stares at the unevitable consumption of what they though once was theirs
theirs to stare
as they ask every peasent for a quarter to roll.

Motherless disgusting beans

In the cheapest bed / in your cheapest underwear / embraced by the promiscuous smell of humid decay

Quietly subversive breath / perhaps you dont know it yet
we only exist to erase our suspended trail

Hopeless

Homeless

Pennyless

Motherless