Office poetry

i had a dog once,
and i hated him.
he used to sit
in front of me
and stare,
like if i was dead.
it was annoying
and disguting
and i wanted to kick him
so bad
that his eyes
would turn red and melt.
but i never did it.
i just kept laying in front of him,
looking back at him,
with my eyes full of acid
and one beer in each hand,
and the flies
bet on who was going
to take the look back,
on who was weaker,
if the dog or myself...
and i wish i was a fly,
or a spider,
or just an egg,
or a flower
or just a pile of shit
on the floor
waiting for someone
to squizzz me...
but
i was a lonely man
staring back
at a dog i hate,
with one beer in each hand,
and a wife drowning
in the bath tub.


the day i died
i went to take a walk
and i saw the sun
and the sun kissed me
and that kiss killed me
and i was dead
and i was naked
and i was afraid
and i thought it didnt matter
and a wave washed me
and i was alive again
and my eyes turned blue
and your hands turned purple
and the sky fell over us
and the clouds sang a lullaby
and you fell sleep in my arms
and i was looking at you
and your chest were up and down
and i touched you face
and it felt dry
and then i realized you were dead
and i shed two green tears
and the sun run away
and the moon told me a secret
and your dead body was gorgeous
and i couldnt help it
and i died again in the mouth of the moon
and the moon cried
and our souls never got together