Friday sourness brows furrows
A poets eye
sexta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2026
Katrina in the stadium
Shes sitting in the stand with her best friend
No big opinions about anything
Just checking the information
creating those temporary jokes
Little handy pieces of gossip
Twenty six, blond, quasi professional cheerleader
Rich parents that are obsessed with her
Dimples that flare during smiles and shock
The kind of tan that gives her legs a caramel look
Incredibly giggly and charismatic
Her face angles change when she shows interest
One goes from left to right as if a thought is turning her head
The subtlest of smiles reveals something secret
It has so many features, so many airports to those dimples
It is simply evidence for the evolution of her smile
The glitch in my father
The glitch in the father
He stood there rollerdoor open
He stands there taking in the ray of sunlight
Then the sky becomes overcast
He shifts into twin existance
Two of him overlapping himself
like an outside aura
All the shapes and color of the father
The air is a concrete color
the breathing in and out
feels like wool
He looks out to his parked car
Goes back through his story
His face giving evidence
As he travels through memory
Him and his double
Which part of him is real
soon the courier will arrive
Some boxes will leave
He will just stare through his spectacles
stuck in the memories
transported by them
Made vague there in the factory corridor
Concrete and neutral
Vanity and the slug brain
The gym is inside outside
push yourself its intimate
In the pink
glass walls
Transparency
The other gyms nearby
looked into each other
People looking on
Gossiping and eavesdropping
You are exposed
every attempt amusing
Trying hard
falling short
delusion frolics
The brain is not sexy
The flesh and muscles are
The brain is a slug
leaving trail of goo
The gym keeps us dry
Soaks up the slime
Then you sweat
eyes fall on your skin
from inside the gym
through the glass
you think it's progress
But it's desperation
Like I said
Delusion frolic
Your oen legs dance
To the rhythm it creates
It turns into a rally
On the hill above the squabbling crowds
giving their ridiculous opinions
Their political bias spewed out
the way they hold each other up
Hateful words irrigating the mob
Rhetoric both abrasive and poisonous
Yet the swarms gobble it down immune
Or worse sustain their outrage on it
Eyes fill with rage and survey the surroundings
Like the audience was checking itself for outsiders
The words slipped from the box
Up out of the throat falling through the air
Like young people flying out of a water slide
Straight into the anticipating ears of the multitude
quinta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2026
Meals on the mar
She's a luncheon maiden
working on the cruise defused
All spikey and wacky
A voyeur far from shore
Unhinged but adored
uncertain of her charm
Undressed and unsure
duvet open
leg lotion
just a special luncheon
and a table cloth around her waist
Down the wrong alley
Get out of the car.
swing out and gasp
exhausted
street haze at night
Moonless and starless night
pavement apathetic
bordering on criminal
scavengers get pulled in
Door swings opens
creaks
Driver in trance
mouth open
1970's datsun
a dead vulture
still flapping its wings under tyre
just nerves though
A muted scream
lips trigger mouth
all open now
terrorfied eyes
Alley way narrow
trash can open and full
smell of terror
Datsun one meter
A rat looks up
jailed youth in its eyes
mold on its furr
scarpers now
The young man is still gobsmacked
Numbskulled and bamboozled
The abyss has looked into him
The brick wall blurrs
The last flap of vulture's wings\
shadows spring from the filth
sprinting toward the derelict shelters
To conjure nightmares