Nortes Get Along With Crips?

The kleptomania and checkmate

Jaque mate
the battlefield is a black and white marsh
is Freud's body floating in the river, and silent all.
Mine and yours in the trenches of space and time ...
what's yours is your tongue and your belly, your palate and your nails
suspicious until the color of your eyes
smoke, smoke, fire drill, fire you started burning curtains and
all covered with kerosene ...
cornered The blood in your veins is known
guilty and have nowhere to hide your treasures
've covered all the ground crossings
and can not be U-turns in this two-way pendulum anesthetized
thrusting thrown in the middle of a bullring deserted. I recognized
by the port number, because it was mine,
entered and saw you looking at your shadow, extending your hand,
was nothing more than an attempt to take the fingerprints of another
to me knew it was just the beginning
you could see into the eyes of the victims as if they were the stained glass windows of a church
and singing in choirs have blind verses where God is a syllable or two
and where the bells ring calling to mass
and take over the pulse of the faithful ... Believe
sink in the Dead Sea with a gag that tells COPYRIGHT
while a hacker tunnels into your flesh reduced to binary numbers,
fractals have been dismembered and buried them at the teats of the body
do not know if it was called Buddha, Mahatma Gandhi, Che Guevara and Jesus .

Checkmate is a naval war in the desert
and your progress to stay with the sand of a ten-minute clock
and the voices of twenty centuries dumb knotted in a zip ...
shake the foundations in the roar of lions locked
and skin as moles cats crouch
and jump to your face and violently scratched you
calluses and scars will be concrete seas
where will you go to wet your toes to recognize unique ... You
and scars, the foreign and own, the innate and acquired
knotted in a dialectic spiral and persecutory
and red lights are raped every day thing
and collects doom and agony of not being or not being
pixel at constructing and deconstructing we will
to be impenetrable or totally vulnerable
Checkmate
two kings who hate and kill in a painless balance
two armies of the alien seeking
watch not know that they are equal
that nothing is on the other hand they is prohibited.
The pornographic to exist is anchored in the flesh of others
with you and your eyes lost in indescribable pleasure
with your saliva on my
sex with my semen in your pelvis saying something fuzzy
GAME OVER

"And the winner is ..." by David Whitlam
http://www.davidwhitlam.com/