MR GOODBAR ON TV

I.
All so seducing

touch is limited

Body in need

Diane Keaton with a pillow
Between the legs

explore solitude

Not in other people's asses

Wine silences it all
We pray Dio Nisius
Dios Nuestro
Anaesthesia

lust provocation
safe game
dance played
ritual thrown

Can't get enough, eh?

Waiting, Keaton opens
the bottle
a virgin again and again
afraid of black
possessive
horny

cocaine for insatisfaction

lustful
for unpredictability

Attractive destruction

II.
Is sexuality our weakness?
Is it our source or is it our sin?

Silence all around

The telephone
instrument of torture

interrupting the construction
of illusion

Sour notes
Death in the family

totally unfeeling
resentful
untrustful

My anger is his power
He promises air
offers air
gives air

(and so do I)

love me
so we can make it

don't lie to me

don't give me painkillers

My world is yours
this heart will break

III.
the telephone rings
I jump

empty all
a little...
provocation

our borders
undefined
my cunt
hurts

uncontrollable
imagination
deep into dreaming

a lighter in the dark

you heard your dad,
you're a whore,
a freak
libre para ser puta

I'm curious

exploring deep
into the self
and its coat

sweeping away
the night
(Out of sight
an ovule is dying)

IV.
Your voice has drifted away

Slow death, loneliness

A knife
a Cross
Her Heart
Left her dead.