Mental guinea pig,
who had been given up
for dead, even by you.
Rising, he realized he was exiting
from the Hospital's parking.
His mother was driving with a Prozac smile,
his brother was restless at the back seat.
Hyperactivity.
What an awakening!
How insolent is the morning
that gives us the sun!
So much I want to try,
that not even in thousand lives I might
quench my thirst for action.
And exactly then
that memory returned,
that haze
from the night before,
with its fatal toast:
Because love, like art,
is an aside drug
you take without aware what they give you.
(Give, give, give...)
For being brave and kiss you
one second before,
and get you back to my mouth for more.
(more, more, more...)
May the luck be with us in time,
and for asking to have conversation.
Soft, hard, beast or ostrich,
brave or coward, they will prescribe you
the chemical life.
May it be that the life instead of
a poem asks you for a blues.
Or you can throw a few drops in the Cava
of your rehabilitation,
and send your family to outer space,
with raving cats watching Mighty Mouse.
The father said: "Psychedelia!" and then cheered:
For this life debacle
to be half part
of a whole that gives you much more.
(More, more, more...)
That the friends from before
be now and ever,
and do not fail us further from behind.
There is no more, there is no more..
Without bid to anyone farewell he cleared out from home,
that is the way a mental kamikaze is.
If there is a plan, it is a bad plan.
In an addict you will not see inconsistency,
there is constancy and great dedication.
It may, perhaps one day be you
another medication specialist
who is not transcendental.
Life is chemical.
Yeah, you already alone feel that
this has just started,
your thought bubble grew up
and shouts: "Back! It is going to blow up!
It is going to blow up! Enough already! Everything is going to blow up".
I walk over soft floor
to the altar, moonwalking.
Am I real or fiction?
I may strengthen myself in the astral projection,
be my own illegal Sherpa, double me in sin.
Opposite that black abyss in the space
we sense we could jump,
we saw ourselves such able to jump.
We knew we might jump!
Yeah, I already am a strange zone
between lust and holiness,
the dream-city, the capital of Utopia.
And I want more, I want more, give me more.
I want to go further.