She is fudge
Longing for the prickly back growth
To hit the skin on both sides
Then sweat breaks out
Brazen fiction
The quads and the hips work crazy
Oil pump constant
She is fudge and I am in like...
A paranoid criminal trying to get it done
Before the authorities are alerted
Though I an aspiring sherpa
Slow pace running up the mountain
Goose bumps knitting threads over my spine
Feeling that pressure and the friction
The pleasure of that fudge
Big grey body in two parts
A very ambitious arachnid
Climbing up the bag brace
Toward the shoulder
I put you down on the ancient pavement
Witnessing you carefully
As you jump tiny puddles
To make your way back to my bench
Cheering the flamingo on with those red legs
Approaching me I see you are the ever seasoned predator
With a mouth so tiny it is smaller than the eye of a needle
Three hundred years ago
Under this tropical shade
Thick slabs of stone make the praça
The vase atop the fountain
Collecting deadleaves and bird droppings
Bromelias hang down cooling the hot hands of tropeiros
Oversized brass taps protrude from the huge marble slats
Filling the waterskins and cans of the port's parched and weary
Their temporary stay before the demand for goods drives them inland
Or out into the treacherous sea
Ummmm
Yum yum yaughts and cherubims floating
Buns ravishing chiddy bang bang
Who will camp on in my death win
Sum sun in my hard hand, in my fly wind
She'da told me -wake the issue, detonate a bomb!
Done dumb leaping car, cry wind
Recruit a nought "come will gun"
Not to roam in Charleton
Boom bum bun bar best nourish him
Or trott with him hierarchy train forlorn
Attack it track it attack at it
Rum rum rum rock the carnal
Cutting cut a look at each dumb straw
Calorie numb
Come come caution kosher...
ka ka cutty come melt the slalom
Catch ya whore tar road or nada
Clump cling come for ashing
Come drawing and drooling come Harlem
Come come give your dear humps
Padda madda sat on them, indeed
Highly sat on them
Lump lone numb why done tone "voilã"
wall elite just to warn em
little deus saved me on the city center
Day darkening not yet an opened umbrella
With dwarf eyes still not fully open in the early mists
Of a mysterious Paraty morning
Little deus pointed to unknown stones as big as mountains
Smaller than grains of sand
Garage garage birth and conception
Show the world
Little deus came with her mother pondering
Wandering and discussing last night's church sermon
The truth of it all
The collective never protects
Only little deus who goes ahead and saves
Who came and saved me from certain death and eternal hell
As I skeleton pulling earth flesh half wittedly ambled back to front
Vagabonded clumsily across the aching pavement
Because he likes you father
Father father, daylight likes you
There has been a certain squashing
So that all may fit
A whole family with their defects
The hotel room too small perhaps
Did you hear what the little one said
I laughed out loud around seven o clock in the morning
There was an encouraging fire burning on both temples
Just holding back the headache
The extra beer the night before
Rosy shine to the day
A little rascal son or daughter to kiss and hug
Distracting ourselves as the life watch counts down
Those grains of sand flowing out
Running away forever
The hourglass emptying out for good
Leaving the world in its state
I made my way with the broom
Sweeping both sides of the mansion alleys
The ash and soot accumulating into piles
satisfyingly coming together
Pieces of my skin were blackening and falling to the ground
So with every attempt to sweep I made more mess still
It kept going so I had to skip meals and keep sweeping
The big courtyard hill in the middle
There stood the important servants
Above my house rank
commenting on how poor my work was
I was just a sweeper good for nothing else
The world looked down on me
I saved my bitterness for the broom
And pretended not to see their sarcasm
As it burned my hope to live
