Punkie.
The stuff I live with
every day. What
I’ve trampled on in
order to stay alive.
But for a minute or two
I did forget
myself and everything
else. I know I did.
For when I turned back I
didn’t know
where I was. Until some
birds rose up
from the gnarled trees.
And flew
in the direction I
needed to be going.
This morning.
Raymond Carver.
Hello dear gods of gods
Nice to meet you motherfuckers
My name is Omar Alej
the king of poets throughout the world
I am Punkie
and I am 43 years old
From today onwards
you must obey my orders
You must be kinder
to the people sun-scorched
and you must not allow others
to judge
the drunkards
the grandmas without parents
the pregnant women
by the fluids of the shadows
If you want to be my god
among so many gods that exist
you must be like a sip of beer
You must be with me
against the hangover
You must let it be
what the ant must be
in another skin
Perhaps mine
Maybe I
And how you have to be
the most punkie god in history
I must
be the sexiest punkie tonight
¡ Oh my Gosh !
You must be like a lamp genius
but better
¡ Much better !
Don't forget
that human beings have the ability
to forget
the gods
at any moment
You must be
more of an acrobat
than the god of war
or the god of clubs
In reality
you must be
like a first God with faith
in happiness
Omar Alej.
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