How Do You Get A Pet Platypus

... and my tears are always with me,
falling for all eternity,
to beat that mark my heartbeat,
dying of a heart pumping
histrionic and hysterical, hungry
...

hectic life of a demonic trance, my left
director, choreographer
mine steps:
this life without bio-graphy, no conscience, no guilt
already live. Sublime

body dethroned
macabre orchestra vital tools,
exiles who rejects body ...
already: now and forever,
and do not want it-never-as organic, but as the revolutionary

apocalyptic spectacle of a herd
cell disorganized
escaped themselves, free at last
:
in this his regret and that their exodus moon. Wow

nothing to the vast floor, dancing barefoot
,
stroking on my horizon, in my sunset, dunes,
exile in the desert that burns
of both ... and both, and both ...
cold.

and so, and because of that,
which is wholly owned my
the desert floor, it only has

that we live walking, and more

has the least baggage is carried.


owner I will never be another one of what I presented as abundant
that only has
when viewed after aseptic
crystals:

windows, lenses, screens ...
...
vidreo I can not see:
are clouded by my tears I can not play
:
innacesible your world for me. Your
real world.


only has what is lived and Pisa:

desert sand and fire that comes from it.
So cold ...

nomad all my courage
dispossessed,
owned by the fire and the arid desert, and my touch
,
forever.

Happy in my great sorrow, great as this soil
of nowhere
where I cry.
.
.
. Dancing
.
.
.
.

"not pleasant to die, Lord,
if nothing is left of life, death
if anything is possible,
but only what might be left in life!" Diamanda Galas

"Defexiones"