MOMO CALLED
Momo called me at night
it seemed kind of urgent
she said a girl she knows
tried to kill herself
a friend of Momo, very close to the girl
was very sad
I knew the three of them
but I felt kind of relaxed
it’s the same feeling I have
everytime I find someone’s sad,
or mentally fucked
it feels nice,
to not be the only one
(that’s the kind of person I am)
anyways. as we kept talking
my sentiment of peace, started fading
it transformed to anger, and a bit of jealousy
anger because we got to the conclusion
that she probably wasn’t even serious,
not demons we knew, like ours ghosted her
it had to be a performance, eliminating the value
to me it had at first
and some jealousy too, because of her
perfect body, her ability to had sex
I’m aware she exploited well,
and the way she had the guts
to destroy all she had
and the way she had the luck
of God frustrating her act
(I wouldn’t have been so lucky)
PERMANENT WRITER BLOCK
/ ABOUT FRAN LEBOWITZ
What a cool thing
is that Fran Lebowitz phrase,
to have a permanent writer’s block
and only write the few times
you are unblocked, as she says
first of all, thanks to capitalism
for introducing me to her
and second, fuck you capitalism
for making me believe I was
some kind of writer, an artist, or worst,
special
I’m the kind of person Fran would hate
of course, I won’t even have the opportunity
to be hated by her
cause’ I don’t live in New York
I wish I’d live in New York
thanks money, for creating New York
fuck you money, for destroying New York
PD: I do feel happier after knowing about Lebowitz,
now I don’t feel strange
for hating to work so much
but it sucks that L.A. made me think,
it was a talent like her’s I had