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

Teacher's meeting

All were following the training guide 
at the table of teachers
The middle pages had fallen out
Or were ripped

I couldn't follow it
I had arrived unprepared
my book was falling apart
A colleague tried to share their book

The images confused me
The looks and voices confounded me further
The sunbaked courtyard heating the brain
I Followed through the ripped pages

Half diagrams and texts
So lost and disoriented
What was a teacher to do
Just hoping no questions were asked

The hangover from last night's storm

 Me on the street cooling off
 last night's rain has formed
 today's long mirror like puddles
Looking back at me on the way to buy bread
Soon they'll dry up leaving coffin stains
  all the way up the sidewalk.

For last night the streetlamps were gurgling
Drizzle filled them
the scattered spray turned to begger drops
 One by one their yellow mouths drank
While the mendigo mariner
  leans out of his hangover

The left and right wing zealots eternal wisdom

 What's missing in the true believers today
They have no paraphernalia
No deep rooted symbols to identify with
Not those cheap and fleeting trinket trends from a one dollar store

No look at middle east and their cultural beliefs
The heirlooms the traditional cups and sauces
Elixirs and herbs and spices, tapestries and carpets
The tropical zealots have none of these things

The wannabe libertines cling to cliches
As if they have evelasting meaning
The zealots cling to rapid austerity
Both diseases age them fast

And to replace the old relics
Printed flags and slogans iconic tropes
Seeking to achieve those American ideals
Snow and Santa Claus in December

Yet it's summer in the southern hemisphere
Less interested in the origins of thing
Curiously ask if the european celebrates chrismas
Not knowing the concept was created there

Face in the stone

 Face in the brick work
two hundred years ago 
the man who passed away whose face lay against
The hard granite

In the hush under those big royal poincianas
falling apart and held together by bromeliads epiphites
Old kite string and hanging succlents
Also the matted mess of abadoned nests

The face stares out of those shadows
The Paraty phantom of all things
It's soul a piece of the landscape
forever observing the strange human activity

Cut from my own dreams

 The day severs dreams from my waking reality
memory unwilling to grant me their secrets
The strange craftiness of their nature
The sweet depth of their journeys

Cut off from the mellow warmth
The colors and emotions that blend into one
The secrets and epiphanies 
That noone believes 

My heart and brain both long to experience them
But the mundane wall of the expedient has risen and dried
Blocking those secret worlds
Only bowing for the new day's sun