Expectations and reality

If the expectations you had
were never actually met,
you'd better exit virtuality
and start to manage reality.

MILAN DERBY IN PATTAYA

All of the dancers
got off the stage:
a cool lighted volume,
like a transparent cage.
Two foreign tourists
wearing football kits
climb on the cubo
and start to feign fits.

Black hole of delight

A bottomless bottle of vintage champagne
that I want to eternally inhale and taste.
A carnivorous flower, a colorful bait
right on the fulcrum of a luscious face,
devouring my senses, my mind and my code
till my skeletal self spills out fossilized.
A prison of breath, of words, of lust,
my ecstatic fantasies behind carnal bars.
Rubber-like flesh, like a child I torment:
I bite, I press, I roll, I smack.

HAPPINESS

Oh yeah, dancing is good!
Fuck tariffs, fuck Greenland, fuck Zelensky, fuck Putin and fuck XiMaoXiaoPing or whatever he's called too.
I'm an old man, why would I give a shit?
Just give me dance music.
And lots of booze.
And give me some Viagra too.

TOO SWEET FOR ME - Bangkok, Thailand

Everything here is
sick-making pink,
the walls are wainscoted
with pink teddy bears.
Just fluffy toys,
all of them pink,
it's like eating honey
with sugar on top.
This is too cute,
sweet kind of cute,
I'm feeling noxious,
I'm about to puke.

Boozy lingams - Bangkok, Thailand

on the shelf of a loud pub
where they only play k-pop
a file of glass cocks
filled up with sweet shots
of colorful fluids
by lasers x-rayed
are about to e.j.
with some sort of b.j.

PARALLEL - Bangkok, Thailand

...dozens of glasses
on the table to
the dj spins techno
trance and hip hop
the fine tuned vibes
send the mood glide high