Sorpréndanme [por favor]

Ok. La cosa es esta:

Dejo un poema que escribí hace un par de horas aquí. ¿Porqué dejarlo aquí si tengo el Trique? [vean el link que dice trique si no saben de qué hablo]... ah, pues porque quiero que ustedes, mis escasos lectores, me digan de qué se trata mi poema. Me da curiosidad ver qué interpretan (sí, ya sé que es muy Rocha, ni modo).

Air
[5 4 3 2 1 0]

An excuse
a filmlike drama,
a point of inflection with my
fries,
please.

So, as the quiet eyes stare

blankly,

as they work on a skin to change overtime,
I can leave
never to come back...


[my lover waits for me in his
beat-up car,
we met randomly at some Coffee
shop in a warm evening.]

And then, the lesser characters
can make their short film over sadness,
and their documentary
on the rest of their lives,.

Sugary flavor topping lips asleep

Yes, yes!
never to come back,
glad over the loss of love,
happy to run alone,
overjoyed with chosen misery
running down the highway

[my lover ain't coming]

Yes, yes!!

ah,
numb
Numb
NUMB

AH! the raping of postmodernism
[who wants to die a virgin these days? -TV buzzing]
can't feel it,
but you can tell
(!)