Paxina: 002	Mí Vida Loca
All Witches are Cock-Suckers: but not all cock-suckers are witches… You know that La Peligrosa! And you “Monde! Both of you. I should know. I have known both in my life and I only ever married the first kind thrice. And lived with the rest of you on three other occasions for a long time – parted ways with you and STILL you do not leave me. The “actress” cock-suckers go away when they go away. But the Witches  - like you lot – you PERSIST. Minchia! How is a man to get any peace between your mail and phone calls and beseeching and complaints and curses of perdition everlasting. Yess your voice rings like a bell  “Like a prayer: like a litany”. I see each in the other. I see you in the few of them that I know. And I know very few. I always wanted to believe that my accomplishments might lift some human spirits…I have done that with my paintings and drawings. With my writing over the years to each of you…some of which is included in here. The least perjorative and identifiable parts, and I know that I do that with my humor. And for women, (and you particularly), with my certain seductive style. The style is that of seducing them into seducing me. Thinking they are seducing me…life gets smoother. Or so I thought. So smoothe even Pilate cannot wash it away…the witches stay. For keeps.   I knew that I got your attention when I said that “we are the Last of Our Kind”. Who asked what on earth I meant, I can never speak to again. The odd lady who wants to debate with me, I will debate with. The fewer still who hear and then continue – knowing what I meant…and never asking or debating…well I married 3 of you. And had daughters by 2 of you. And all of you are still my friends. I would hope you thank the day for my friendship as sincerely as you claim you do. I was not lying when I told you each – this Book is for you…My Love for each and all of you, is not diminished by being shared amongst you. My love for you requires that one heart would never hold all of this One is a Peace of the Universe – arrivitē      Red Hair   One still practices and dances with the Universe     Red Shoes One still searches with the universe as her life     Red car   One is at peace, yet, occasionally, seeks out more     Red leather gloves One gave it up – yet has the peace within not to be swayed from her inner being Red Heart Tattoo One is the Island Universe. She is Its Own Self.     Red Suitcase Here is one with all of these. Arrives in the red rocket, her red hair blowing in the wind as she steps free from the vehicle. One red Spanish boot lands with a sort of finality on the white granite stones in the drive-way. They crunch and grind as she turns to lift her lithe tiger-form out of the car. I watch her pull her one glove off, beat the red suede leather out on the opposite wrist. On the back of her naked hand I glimpse the heart tattoo. She reaches into the car, kills the ignition and lifts her small red suitcase out. Red of course. My Red Sonia has arrived… she is less than one tenth of the age, of all your ages combined. But I have taught her all your combined experiences. God bless this world when I eventually turn her loose.. she is Just Too Good to be True. Like You. Cant take my eyes off of you Es a mujer me esta matando Me a espinado el corazon Por mas que trato de olvidarla Mi alma no da razon Mi corazon aplastado Herido y abandonado Aber aber tu sabes dime mi amor por favor Que dolor nos quedo Ah corazon espinado.o.o.o.o.o.oooo Ah My spiny heart Ah como me duele el amor Como duele como duele el corazon Cuando nostiene entregados Pero no olvides mujer que algun dia diras Hay ya yay como me duele el amor Como me duele el olvido Como duele el corazon Como me duele estar vivo Sin tenerte aun lado amor Corazon espinado My prickly heart And me, like a navigator needing a compass, to find my way thru’ the new city – I am a navigator in an unknown sea. I do not live in a contest. Or in a news flash as some of my friends or todays parachuting putas do. No subliminal message/massage/advertisement in which to loose my mind. I will avoid the mess. Avoid the Mess. Between Union and Oblivion Darker than December. And Just Like Summer Rain “She looked like the Summer rain But I must Remember She was darker than December… I’ll not go there again…”. And for proof that we live in a Democracy: If you awoke to a knock on the door at the early morning hours – would you think that it was the MilkMan???? I was a big fan of the band Deep Purple. I also enjoyed the lampoon of porno in the movie Deep Throat. And I think of you when I hear any of those 3 words… I fight the tide of blood in my cock, that will eventually Wash you up on a distant shore Sated and satiated Waiting for the next tide Like a Star Fish Flash-baked in the sun of my desire… And in this rain-bow hued house where you glow And keep me smiling…. I never feel solitude With my first Star at Night I will never loose my way home Tu morire. Eo morire duo I say how hard it is to die You say how hard it is to be free. The bed sheets isolate us from a past Where we create our new future The Red Haired Spanish Girl comes to tell me: “Aguacate maduro, Pedo seguro” and show me her… >> Ballet Caliente I do not accept death. Even with dignity. As I never loose faith in you. If you die on me you will create a void in the world I dream of you without wanting to Little Star Fish There is no Purple enough To be purple as that As A glistening StarFish on golden beaches Of paradise renewed with each rising sun Each receding tide that keeps it Moist enough to never dry A well of dreams At the Edge of the Emerald Beyond… I found you because I looked for you. For a fact I never found you by chance I was just a lost soul Looking for my Home Br…e…ee…athe Breathe in the air Don’t be afraid to care Leee..eee..eve….. But don’t leave me... Ruuuuun rabbit run Dig a hole to catch the sun… As the Pink Floyd song goes. I wonder??? I KNEEL TO Fuck You like I kneel to suck you – Here is where I pray to the Universe I dug your hole. Truly I lived it to love you. That! Is religion. Love.Devotion.Surrender.         He-had-a-good-wife-but-he         Left!         Left!         Left!               Right!         Left!          Atrophy, Entropy and Proteus vulgaris,         telling bawdy jokes about a farm girl named Eve         and a travelling salesman named Lucifer.         We bury your dead and their reputations. an idiot screams in his mindless anguish amid the rubble. But quickly! let it be inundated by the choir, chanting Alleluias at ninety decibels.         Hear then the last Canticle of the Brethren of the Order of Christ, as sung by the millennium that swallowed its name.