quinta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2020

Oblivious

 The baby boy was a supermarket announcer

A baby cesar who was lost on his way home not yet crowned

Half animal and reaching for the sun the years to come so unsweet

recognizing mess, the heart traumas and the name of the streets


The cream pastel of the back of the college building

under it lay a tidily grassed ornamental hill

the cream pastel of the college building uttering we were lost

shadow embracing it lightly unable to hug it enough

 to call it love


The baby boy looked up not knowing itself

Simply carried away by a panicking older brother


The baby boy was paving the street

just to crawl forward


as the shadow danced and attempted to seduce the college building

legs dragged on as did the day and it´s light on the baby boy´s cheek


The necessity for grocery shopping

The desire for proof of fertility

prioirites get muddled and infants forgotten


neither the sun nor the moon make very good parents

And abandoned babies hear the whispers of oblivion

even over the noise of the bustling market 

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