The truest scorn

 All the bad things you have ever said
The frustrations you threw out of yourself
In the form of offensive language
the most hurtful

Came through the screen
Touched the less capable
The special ones
The deficient ones

And you couldn't save their ears
Or the way they processed each insult
Breaking them down digesting each one
Faces slowly turning to disappointment

They were not seen straight away
You were just venting
We can understand
However they were there

Listening on loud speakers
You truest and purest expression of derision

contrasts of the entertained

 Full of happiness
and food
Empty and anxious
austerity

Smoked and battered
Stoned and hogfished
Straight shooting, squarely a refuser
Discipline and adherence 

Timid hellos

 The hellos were timid
A new family came through
Tripping up chairs
Not able to choose a place to sit
In a room half full of empty tables

The friendly ones are sometimes the worst
Shaming me out of of my timidness
They seem so internally righteous
And I so cheaply proud

The attention hungry ones
A thin man a rounded woman
Now renewed and recovered from childbirth
Clumsily collect their breakfast

The quietest are expressionlist
Miracles of people
observing is a superpower
Keeping their heads held high less they become targets for idle chit chat

Tau bush compared to Paraty

 Same trees I'd find back inland
Here the leaves are fat and greedy
Back in Tau Tau narrower and more spindley
The wider greedy leaves soak up more sun

They interact with the humidity
Gulping up the breeze
Back in Tau Tau there's more dryness
There the air is lighter

Here it is heavy and damp
The smallest shrubs still aim for the highest canopy
Using the abundance of rotten vegetation
Pockets of steaming heat

For these smaller shrubs
Are at the mercy of huge trees and palms
The only source of sunlight is dappled
and very highly coveted at that.

Perequê-açu after storm

 Milky brown water flows past
Carrying its haul from inland forests
Of debris logs and tonned of mud
Where did all the fish fit

How do they find any space
When the river is swollen with organic muck
And yet there are still fish
A splash and a pattern of ripples

another splash a slight rush of water
through the milk coffee colored surface
Some nimble show off jetting out of the glug
Despite the floating tree litter

The flow is slow and smooth
keen to enter the ocean

The Iconoclast wrecker

 She was a wrecking ball of a woman
Her hair almost touching her waist
She had swung some kind of super mallet
Destroying the shelves of the library

The thing even ate through thick reading tables
concrete walls and statues
No sacred piece was spared
The mess was incredible

white concrete dust came flying out of the building's entrance
A cocaine orgasm
No police were there that day
Infact people had left the capital in panic

So she kept smashing it all down
Even the books
Shouting all the while of the cursed patriarchy
screaming until hoarse

Virtually unstoppable
Smashing floor plaques and trophies
Never stopping for one moment to realize
all of the authors were now women

Company retreat at Telogen

 Fabio the wise no longer needed my hope
Nor my help
Nor my insights
For he had bigger problems
The baldness and the company screening

With unfulfilled potential
He got up from the class
A deep low burp he failed to contain
Several others left the classroom with him
Same detriment baldness and company screening

Politics and chemical castration of the soul
But enough in the bonus to buy the latest model
Though when new demands were made they came back
Telling me the good news as their faces shined a few tones paler
Their implants holding together

At the end of the day I could say nothing
And most of my corrections went unnoticed anyway