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

At the thing

 She took her cake and ginger ale and started greeted me.
I braced myself for some small talk.
Just a few words exchanged I thought.
The barrage of questions came starting with...

What part of town are you from?
Oh down east.
That sounds like a thrill.
hmm.

And then the woman moved on.
with the slight awkwardness of a fish who had missed its prey.
Maybe I should have asked her too, you know like reciprocity?
Snack in mouth, then another few seconds of small talk.

The tedium chamber.
Little sweet formalities.
Energy draining nods and considerations if greetings would fall well.
They never do so mute lips and averting eyes will do.

Puppies and full grown zombies

 The puppy resists
It is relentless
it's energy never runs out
It fights its own limbs

It bites and bites
wearing down its teeth
But they just keep growing
Everything is tooth and scratch marks

saliva and chaos
the football fanatic love it
They sell their mon to friday soul
To be the state's imps on the weekend

Their neglected dogs destroy the house
While they drink and scream like retarded zombies at the stadium