Malfunctioning heart

─To Jack Kerouac.

«¿Oh, where is the girl i love?

I tought and looked everywhere

as i had looked everywhere

in the little world below»

Endless tragedy

my sin is to feel

in intensity

laugh in bones to

dust

reaching the cloud

of dream.

I walk the streets in fear

longing to see the

infinte light of another gaze

showing me the mouth in smiles,

mundane teeth

wispering love

with sharp fangs

driping blood

bloodlust of passion

turning slowly into madness,

never ending rythm

turning songs in anger

shouting my solitude

while i smoke the cardinal points

in transparent voice,

althoug the fear and dazyness

never reach the insane idea

of being loved

i dont give up

i know i will get it.