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Put your face in the pavement,

scratch the walls 

until the colours get sticked 

in your skin

like little blurry notes. 

Do a barrel roll. 

Jump the shark to me. 

Cut my neck open, 

knit it when it reaches
a regular length.

Step up to play the coda, 

so I pretend I can whistle loud, 

loud, 

loud into your ear track. 

Do a mess of me, 

make a pudin 

with my thought process 

at 4 am.

Engage and tackle 

my points of confidence 

with your freaky gigantic head. 

Resume a novel 

with short sentences

about the cryptic relationships 

you maintain 

with the people you see 

every week. 

Play procrastination
on all the things you want to do 

with your youth. 

Play the songs of your youth

to the one you love, 

in a dorky foolish way. 

Create theories 

over carefully analized details

of simple things. 

Get crushed 

in a wall of sound. 

Get wasted 

to the taste of steel

from a post 

on a rainy-messy street. 

Pour yourself into the ones 

who see it all. 

Infect them. 

Corrupt them.

~Adrián Martínez, 2013.