Ahora literalmente tengo en las orejas basura.

Now my ears are literally full o’ garbage.

Accompanying music.

Is that chocolate syrup splayed?

Spread the fluffy iris yolk,

taste the ashes in the rain,

smashing heart ribs with 1 stroke.

I remember still your warmth,

stilled by runny April sundown,

when imaginations swarm,

when again I lose my grounds.

Still you leave your rusty stains

on my mug, which won’t go ‘way

—last month’s taste as yet remains.

Fuck writing—
phhhh!
My cat has a li’l white twinkle in his eye.

Someone put a bruise on the bridge o’ my thumb.

Not very funny…

I giggled as I practiced my “K’s”;

I won’t be needing them where I’m going.

“I’m Sorry.”

I didn’t ask
for that much coffee,
coffee pot.

Te cuento del videojuego le me cantó el sueño:

había tumbas sombrías que estiraban debajo por kilómetros,

que tenían una sala con un ataúd

donde descansaba alguien venerado.

Todo era frambuestas

hasta que alguien le saqué un foto

(sacar fotos con una cámera era una abilidad que tenía la protagonista;

es probable que tuviera que desbloquearlo,

y probablemente lo usara solo para lograr 100%).

Después, los turistas infestaron,

y llenaron con basura la sala

y cubieron con grafiti el ataúd

(incluso la música que toca con regularidad el juego

fue substituido por silencia;

supongo que hiciera para el efecto dramático más que nada más).

Los ciudadanos

(que no eran humanos, pero monstruos abigarrados)

eran geniales no más;

ahora, como enemigos, estuvieron enojados

y atacarían la protagonista cualquiera la vieran.

I’ll tell you ‘bout a video game told to me in a dream:

there were shadowy tombs stretching kilometers below,

which had a chamber with a coffin,

where rested a venerated figure.

All was raspberries

till someone took a photo

(taking photos with a camera was an ability that the hero had;

‘twas probably something one had to unlock,

& was probably useful only for 100% completion).

Afterward, the tourists swarmed,

& filled the room with garbage

& covered the coffin with graffiti

(also, the music the game usually played

was replaced by silence;

I guess this was done mo’ for dramatic effect than anything else).

The citizens

(who weren’t humans, but colorful monsters)

were friendly no mo’;

now, like enemies, they were angry

& would attack the hero whenever they were seen.

Rain, rain, come again;
go away another day—
Pip-pip-pip-pip-pip.