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

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