Triping around a cheap hotel room

We spent the night getting high in a cheap hotel room,

 watching the skies and the city lights as they turn into heaven,

 as we turn into young angels.

Making money, earning coins in a red, white and blue old machine.

David told me not to jump.

But, darling, you are the one who pushed  me

into this decadent life.

You teached me how to die while living.

You teached how to live without you.

We are on the edge of terrace.

Almost stumbling, everything’s crumbling.

Two shooting stars cross the night. And I think of you.

Michael touches my hips and I whisper.

Make a blowjob

Wet lips wet t-shirt wet heaven.

|keep thinking of you

Thinking of that morning

When you told me

Life is a scalpel walking aruond our necks.

José Daniel Bustos.