Ela ja decidiu
Não queria me ouvir
Esperando na mesa
algo a comer
Moça baixar a musica
Mal posso ouvir pensar
-O ar condicionado esta vinte dois graus
Nao, so quero que vôce diminua o volume da música
Ela olhou para parede com pupilas que pediram compreensão
Cairam dois pratos
Uma lagrima valiosa
E no final caiu a ficha
Resmungou
virou
E baixou a música
The gym machine was broken
No pins for the weight plates
Ripped leather on the benches
Peeling paint and stainy rust
Treadmill out of order
Pulleycords stripped
We pushed and pull
Avoiding snapping cords
Falling dumbells
Slipping notches
Tiny gains
in caution not muscle
Forty year old
Five oclock shadow
strange shaped body
Just a little to thick
Grabs his plastic cup this moment
crushes it in his hand
"Crack, cruck, crack"
again annoyingly
He uses the broken edge to pick his teeth
A wheeze of relief floods out his weird mouth gap
Then long drawls of plastic clicking and dragging
Saliva pays its part serpentine and obsessed with exit
He thought he was safe in his shadow of the window seat
The night flight with lights low but his face wanted the cup
My wife and I observed him like one would a freakshow
All prejudice involved all judgement and discrimination
The cup by this time is flimsy and floppy
he stuffs it into the back of the chair
Then looks around as if nothing had happened
But violation was noted by a few on the aeroplane
Lost my strength
I cannot lift or hold anything
Weight bearing down
I can't budge
I am breathless
squashed even
every twitch in muscle
I fail again
Weight remains on me
I want to move
I need to run
But hardly crawl
Where is my strength
where is resilience
All i have is forgotten
Separated I am lone
Without people
Without lord
where is the strength
To create more strength
Just a piece of luggage
Jetlagged and rugged
Shaken by own expectation
Shaken by turbulence
Violence is restlessness
baggage on the back
suitcases in hands arms dragged down
we burden across lounges homeless stooges
Fine fabric scent until we depart
Climb the endless
these escalators that click us in
We are deep within their complex
Hugging the landing strips hallowed ground
Caterpillar vehicles
Luggage spread across the beaches
Parts of ourselves we insist on
When I was a slinky thing, I'd beg for attention
Forgive me that, permit redemption
Empty feeling back then, empty feeling world
Discovered a little piece of the earth
No more no less
father was ambition
Mother defensive status
I picked among the muck and scraps
Between molluscs and insects
Parasites and bullies
My lil piece of dirt yeah
Expand it like fetching...
A larger plate
More food they told me
More land and more wanting of more
Inside his lisp is a life of frustration shrill
That lisp of pain that manifests against the will
Voice desperate throat croak fission
Tight shoes and bad decisions
Weeks of frustration
He tries to communicate
Other kids cringe and cackle
sparking up his inner debacle
Marked by resentment
Those words just don't surface
Echoing even in his venting
All that ugly anger pent up
They come and go
comments drop
A nod and a good day
Thye pick themselves up and leave
Timid and pale skins pinky white
These stay for a soft piece of cake
Pretend life is not hard
Even when it is
You are all transitory birds
unaware of your migration
Just looking for your spot
unable to stick down roots
Cutting them off
And fucking right off
Gleeful hellos and goodbyes
Clerks with little patience
Service people clenching their teeth
Multitudes of people moving through
not one of their desires truly met
Movement steps to each heartbeat
Baby's cry bursts from the murmur of mouths
Different species each of us
Shapes barely fitting the escalators
Accents misplaced from out of form places
teeth lips and tongue
Then stomachs as empty as plates
hitting the mouth and eyes with liquid
Cups and saucers
bang and clank
coffee machines and blenders whirr and spit
flip flops scuff and brands scoff
Gulps, spoons and clacks senses complain
Exhausting cacophony provoking thirst
Base comfort for neurotic mall goers
souping themselves into their potent stupor
She sits there in silent calm
A human being becoming a shrine
We struggle down matcha tea
elegant fingers close on cup
Silence and loud passivity
Energy of the mall bubbling and popping around her
Noise doesn't interrupt the magic
stillness in that smooth presence
Not spiking nor crashing
Pushing through space a sweet vibration
a tangible aroma
A subtle buzz
Unnoticed in the crude blare of each hall
unnoticed among the anxious consumers
These escalators shine a thousand cheeky mirrors
Humans obsessed with shoes and polished floors
shopfront windows and queues
All hyping up the care for bling
material flings
Can't get their fill from the mundane repetition
Break off a piece of their coveting envy
Need they more novelties still
These over here that work on their stroll
Their scary walk style up
Knowing their own rhythm
imitating a stride to hold up their new clothes
We are all just zoo animals
Aliens in denial
Awkward struggling to be aware
of our own reflection inside of ridiculous consumption
