martes, 31 de enero de 2017

Last stop

Last stop

“You had said that I was like one of your heroes!”
I shouted to her after the debark.
She yelled “I´m going to leave you!” and my mate began to puke.
Short hair, dark eyes… “I´m not going to be your ‘latingod’ anymore, fucken slut…”
“Stupid bastard!” she screamed.
“You dirty whore!” I yelled
After the fight, the cops came
And she cries to them
“Bollocks! Don’t take my man!”
“Don´t take my sweet babe!”

“Handcuffed, I´m leaving handcuffed, fuck love…” I thought
and shout out “I´m the hero, that you adored… that loser!”
“That escapes, from the seventh avenue of your dirty punk... of  your dirty punk!”


Dar K. Barahona

¡ Evoke!

   ¡ Evoke!
Evoke!
The figure of the other from within men
more solitary.

But free love together with happy sex
have no union,
you are a succubus,
of a man who is a model for the devil.
Your underwear lying over love´s knee
is a slogan,
for a cum shot

Dar K. Barahona