terça-feira, 29 de setembro de 2020

Child surface

 The floor shined with the sparkle of the future

The oversized t.v an AI baby sitter

The child infinitely alone

Grand plans for adored son


Inside that heart was space for a warm family

dark floor reflecting the light pouring off distant hills

broad empty spaces inviting meaning at every angle


remote control fell from his hands

longing in his eyes toward the distant windows

from floor to ceiling not a morsel for the soul 

domingo, 27 de setembro de 2020

Fruitful escape

 The bar was fruit

the intention apricot

beer poured into the vessel

office tired weasel


Watermelon double dating

a city with grand internal spaces

a thousand isolated young yearn vaguely


Like a cocoa bean it was a city of large restaurants

giftshops crowding and bulging along narrow lanes of it

Some of us give fruit after a year and shrivel up
and some of us only give fruit after many years of toil
yet never truly shrivel


City steps fall down across it, catching bouncing berries

Trust is the fruit of good exchange

a plantation of good faith is the underlying system


The circus of local harvests tickles your apetite

the circus of this fruity city tickles your face

flooded with dull grain and obsessed with survival


From the outskirts of the concrete mess

into green chaos


You are the very fruit raising lids on containers

of terrible content

Thus your eyes never escape my abundant words 

segunda-feira, 7 de setembro de 2020

When we grey

 There´s no steady

Life won´t carry you

Candy is suffering

We can fall from the skyscraper that was a career
purpose smashed and paralyzed on the pavement
Emptiness is cracking jokes at our expence


raining on our grey hair

we´ve given so much

Taste is longing

Our face needs to be painted into the picture
wrinkles, flecks and speckles over hopeful clean eyes
Some lost nephew singing our praises


The grass is too long and summer is closing

Your eyes fill up wth the last sunsets

Pain no longer an enemy


sábado, 5 de setembro de 2020

About life and god

 Life is in not so many words a bird
Because divine is the concept of flight

My god is the future
Not the present concept of time

Life is affirmative with exceptions
not one encroaching on the force of abundance

My god is inquisitive and curious
residing in our brains