i don't care

if you have tiny balls or buns of steel

if you like it rough or are tender as a chicken

if you have five or seven fingers

if you are flab or fab

all i know is this

somewhere in my mind

you exist

and you are bright and yellow like the little prince

and i'm red and hairy like the fox

not even brangelina can beat that

* not even close *

peluda zambullida

cemento chapuzón

película piscina

comezón alberca

¿ dónde depositar el cariño ?











¿ bajo qué cuenta corriente ?











¿ cheque o giro bancario ?












difícil es











escoger una institución de confianza












en este siglo de estafas












toda la vida












en relaciones al crédito












¿ boleta o factura ?












sin poder confiar












ni en mi propia carne












sólo george washington












sabe toda la verdad












nada más que












la verde verdad

[ c o n v e r sación p a r a arma r ]

A: de niña siempre me decían que tenía lindas piernas

B: ¿ quién te lo decía ?

A: mi pediatra

{ gretel' s epiphany }

we will all die covered

in our own hot chocolate

[ sugar powdered to death ]

( silly jilly )

there will be no tongues left

was it you on the bus today ? was it you was it you ?

you were looking at me like you knew me

{ but i couldn't }

i write and i write and i write and i write and i write

but the moment came and went

i chickened out

i froze in

i just got a sneak peek

of your profile

and then

the back of your head

as you got off

a sneak preview / a coming attraction

of a never to be released film

++++++ shyness will be my doom ++++++

crying over spilled milk

will only get your face

white and wet

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

hurry hairy hurry !

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

¿ amor a el chancho o a tu chicharrón ?

* the oil burns but does not seduce *

[ d e s p e r a t i o n s m e l l s ]

like

Ken - touching - my - Flying - Chicken

Oh, hot wings of desire !

i could have met you




( even though )





i don't know you

maybe i could

have recognized your face

- do i know you from somewhere? -

and you could

have recognized mine

- and said h e l l o to me first 'cause i don't speak -

[ even though ]





somewhere over the screen





i've lost you

dear strangelove,

you bit me

missing every pixel of you

{ there's no map }

all i know from you

is noodles and elvis