Scraps

Persistent feeling of ill will
Though I resent no injury
Open wounds and scars

So many tales to tell the world, but no one listens

Together we contribute
To universal beauty
Too bad it won’t last

Nature creates its self-destruction weapons

Under the shower clairvoyance
Tentatively reanimate
Love dying
Balls aching
Watch TV
Against melancholia

Lethargic turtle, curlew’s nest
Hand-feed me, change my diaper
My happy pill please!

Dare not, don’t praise me, masturbate my ego

Drunk till the ocean, got lost
Scum feels attractive when it lures flies
Don’t rub your breasts on me

Your cock is not with you, not here, tonight

Fabio Scagliola, March 21, 2014