Those parts better ignored

 

I unfolded the deck chair.
I could still smell the stench of the landfill.
But I didn't care. I saw this folded deckchair and I took it to the only piece of grass available, there in front of the tall pines.
I sat and then stretched out on it, testing it out to see if I could indeed take it home with me.
The creak of the aluminium bars made me feel uneasy like it was going to collapse.

I ignored it. In fact I ignored a lot of things, I ignored the fact I’d have trouble fitting it into my hatchback.
Or the fact that the sun was slowly moving away and storm clouds seemed to be assembling.
Or even the dead watersnake sitting two meters from me next to a contaminated stream not thirty centimeters wide, and less than an inch deep.

Yes I would ignore all inconvenient truths and take what I could for myself like a kid who snuck into a birthday party he wasn't even invited to.
Filling my pockets with anything out there, like I would fill my hatch back with this deck chair right here. I had the perfect place for it on the southern facing balcony where the slow early autumn sun would keep warm until nightfall.

I spent another 20 minutes ignoring the world in that cute little dell by the landfill.
Then lifted myself up and folded the deckchair back together. It was painted brown like the eighties brown, orange and yellow.
I pushed the seats down in the hatch and fit the deck chair in.
Yep. I said to myself this would be a victory.

As I turned to get into the driver's seat I saw an extremely skinny man with ginger hair staring at me. At first I thought ne might be an old work colleague but there looked to be a sign of disappointment on his face. He seemed to be looking at the deck chair poking partially out of one of the windows.

“That used to be mine,” the man said.
“Oh well I guess you shouldn’t have thrown it out.” I said, not watching my tone.
“Well it was actually my wife.” he said in a sad distant tone.
“Deep down she knew I liked it, used to belong to my great aunt Joyce. Of course she never used it.” He said a tear came to his eye.

“Well I promise to take care of it.” I said looking to comfort the man.
The man said nothing and went walking over to the pines.
As I pulled out of the landfill I noticed him just staring up at those dark evergreen pines.
The first drops of rain started in and the rumble of thunder startled me.
What was he ignoring I said to myself as I drove out.

Washed out in the downpour

 The rain is incessant
It comes to leach all thoughts and feelings
To purge any sense of self one might have
To hit the pavement and wash out the accumulated trash

To wash out your lifeless opinions that hold no value or sense
But echo sweeter than well polished soundbite on a crisp spring morning
It all flows out get pushed away in the deluge with debris and lost cares
The sense of productivity also got washed out

The rivers expand and take out the margins slowly and ever greedily
Sitting water allows the mosquitos to proliferate
They fly in and land on bare skin but when they drink they get ill
Because the blood is no longer vibrationally sound

The blood and spirit is dull and without life
Without excitement or inspiration
And so the mosquito fills up
but cannot move afterward

The waters run and collect and smother
The mosquito falls off the wall
Full of tedium flavored blood
and the clouds agglomerate and hover

Conspiring about the next downfall
Excluding the important message of the sun 

Five in the chest in taubate

 He rolled down the window
Arrogance peered in
Jealousy for an aura
The disagreement ensued there in the traffic

Words grew harsh and carried saliva
Rage quickened and hot heads gave in
The firefighter of the military police pulled his gun
Shot the medical student five times in the chest

With a victorious grin rode off
His weapon burrning the side of his leg
Swerving in the traffic that ostentation
The medical student exited his vehicle and ran on instinct

Looking for a place he might be saved alas city streets wear apathy
His car still idling there at the lights
Addrenaline spiked and the young man leaned on the wall
Trying to hold in those precious liters of blood

He slipped and tried to let go of everything he had become in this lifetime
The beginnings of a prayer making its way into his consciousness
As he expired there in on the streetside
A precious life gone

Ele baixou o vidro da janela
A arrogância espiou para dentro
Ciúme por uma aura
A discordância começou ali, no trânsito
As palavras se tornaram ásperas e carregavam saliva
A raiva se acelerou e as cabeças quentes cederam
O bombeiro da polícia militar sacou sua arma
Atirou cinco vezes no peito do estudante de medicina
Com um sorriso vitorioso, foi embora
Sua arma queimando a lateral de sua perna
Desviando-se no trânsito naquela ostentação

O estudante de medicina saiu do veículo e correu por instinto
Procurando um lugar onde pudesse ser salvo
Mas, infelizmente, as ruas da cidade vestem apatia
Seu carro ainda ligado, parado no semáforo
A adrenalina disparou e o jovem se apoiou na parede
Tentando conter aqueles preciosos litros de sangue
Ele escorregou e tentou deixar partir tudo o que havia se tornado nesta vida
Os primeiros sinais de uma oração encontrando seu caminho até sua consciência
Enquanto expirava ali, à beira da rua
Uma vida preciosa perdida

Zaphon and Parnassus

 On the square under the extensive awning
Where we were to arrive
Thin film of water on the sleek concrete
Daylight not quite reaching

On the square where new people and vehicles aimed to be
A covered parking lot on the hillside
Humans negotiate and switch places
The shade of the morning swapping with the afternoon

Smell of diesel and motor oil
stains slip long ways pointing down the hill
Lines of people waiting sometimes in groups
Almost content with the idleness of being stuck

Across the land sitting on the other side of the mountain
Was another settlement building a fountain and planting trees
That level of freedom would never be given to us
We were the lover of illusions, they lovers of life

Arming the minority

 The french will sell us rifles.
Modern ones.
We will take back the country.
But first frozen yogurt.
Our own national brand.

Enough to raise the capital we need.
To pay for the ammunition.
Because we are going to be shooting alot.
We are going to need kevlar.
Grenades and fancy flags.

WHAT IF THE ENEMY JUST SENDS DRONES?

We have the best sharp shooters in the world.
Each one they send will get taken out before it can reach us.

WOW YOU SOUND INVINCIBLE!

Yes we are chosen so we will win.
No doubts on the battle field our fallen will be honored.

WHAT ABOUT THE TYSON QUOTE?

what tyson quote?

THE ONE WHERE YOU GET PUNCHED IN THE FACE!

Debonaire yesmonds

 He was free from the beginning

The better looker
The highly charismatic

The seducer

held his liquor
Always carrying some party trick

Includer

Smooth talker
Took them in with a snap of fingers

Had roadies

Didn't even play in the local band
Didn't even need to try

and that was the secret

Just floated in and floated out
And took the fairest with sly clout

Some admired, some emulated

None could compete
The only downside were the frequent stds

class and water

 In the pool
Dressing gown floating
Tourists elbows over the rim
Recounting the day's events

Water comfortably luke warm
Air only 2 degrees cooler
Keeping them in
Steam almost visible

Someone asks where the sauna is
A couple points over to the side building
health workers walked out with their kits
We are making progress

what does that smell like the assistant cook asked in passing
frowning as the car door shut
window down looking out to the pool
He'd never be able to afford it as he sparked his L and M