In my arms the veery horny Miztí transforms into a cosmic insect made of light

holding me tight with her mantis like fluorescent claws

in a terrifying hug... wordless panic

but so sweet to charm my dick that sinks more and more with ecstatic blows into the interstellar abysm

sucking me off to another world where lone galaxies and our metropolis fly fast and so far in a green starless sky

... and moons with mustaches watch curiously

an arm becoming a giant worm in the joyful innocent contact with a small maguey maggot... the two united in a spiritual orgasm

that reaffirms my long lost identity, the sacred respect for myself and my disturbing antisocial adventures

and /explosion of electronic buzz/ I see my action as that of god: immutable, unequivocal, historically prophetic decision

witnessed by a court of immortal mythological hybrids while the white archangel flies over the sky pouring peace on me

and the acceptation of my intuition my feelings whatever they be in a radical rejection of social imperatives

the petty illusion that being consumers or having success may give reality to a pseudo life of slaves

skeletons out of breath hunting and fucking each other, reciprocal rape, stepping on anyone, murder

gasping in the quest for the latest smartphone model... great!

Into the black hole of the paranoid mind, in the sleigh of the denied feelings let to rot, into the gargoyle of the unconscious emotions, I communicate tele-poetically my vision my madness my worth, distributing bliss bursting into light

Rodolfo De Matteis

México City, 14 October 2010

translated by the author 30 May 2026