Bay monster's appetite

Dusk simmers and comes in like a hymn
like a long final sigh, like the tide in fact
it surrounds the wharf's great church a shadow trap
rising sea imitating the darkening skies
afternoon cloud to obscure the rumour once believed a lie

something from within the depths of the bay stirs a sailor's frown
unnatural deep ripples and waves hit the oyster coated walls of the town
A large moving shadow glides through the water toward the tidal blocks
shrinking to the size of a man and appearing as such on their rocks

As natural as a tourist the figure made it's way into the warm alley
to mingle with the travellers and vagabonds his hunger swelling
during the bright days remaining in his deep sea dwelling
shapeshifting and ancient a collusus under the waves
on land just a simple man, never ending craving

Paraty 33

Lumps and rocks and rolls with streets the tide fills
Old buildings creak and budge within the close quarters of each other
Sharing rooves and walls generously
The dark wooden floor boards release an odor of antiques
decades and centuries buried into the brickwork

Rain rushes into the stony village to tax it's dust and dirt
with it's own rivers

Each long street a line toward the townships hopes for tomorrow
As the temperature reaches thirty three degrees
And the blue and white sweat endlessly

The invisible house ghost

See through houses transparent walls
unable to see a boundary on where eyesight may fall
as if a boundary was evil, looking out of a cage bloodshot
worthy of a well crafted blasphemy boycott

Yet evil can dress as light as good for any midday meal time
Hiding in plain sight like a human eating snake in the vines
instinct may protect you from invisible rough suffering
a drop of divinity keeping your eyes just open enough
to avoid the unseen fangs

Push the evil into a ball cast it on earth like steel
fly it around this transparent house
and elect me to destroy it, when it was made to destroy me
What will be left of me when I am done with it?
Will I drink limbo and settle in a deep trench
or develop unnatural thirsts impossible to quench

How do you kill a venemous ghost
Or exorcise a demon without killing the host
Accept the house for it's flaws
Well wish the ill crafted windows and doors
and put your faith into each glass floor

God's green thumb (Rodrigo the farmer in Paraty mirim)

The chimp cried to our arrival
old ways die hard and the past's many faces exchange looks
I put away the hammer and adjust the staff
For eden is a million places on earth overlooked by city light
Rodrigo tended the great gardens

Abundance runs a good many miles in my heart
And to see the good deeds of this penniless son
humbled me and blunted my sharp concrete nerves
I the witness, here with this blacksmith of the land
Not a cent to his name

A creater amongst the brackish water and mangroves
Living through the storms the way savages would
The noblest part of our spirit lost by our ignorance of nature
life creates life
giving up all for the ultimate freedom, living again
cleaned by the seasons and nourished by the harvests
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Elio and the sky smile

Magic under the eye
The morning semi dry abandoned by the moisture
On palm road his niece granted us permission
Jackfruits rock and cassava crowds the weeds

Yet on the road down, the mysterious cold wind touched us impossibly
amidst the tropical heat
and the world was silent
we passed a point

Whatever blessing misunderstood
a man appeared from his house and guided us
Through his farm between the trees
Bananas jutting up accompanied by okra and chilli peppers

Heaven is in the soil
corn and sugar cane soaking up the sun
I half amazed, amused in my tranquil existance
Generous was the land as was Elio
sky for a smile he bid us goodbye
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