Lights reflect the vital points
on her body.
An Illusion
nearly terminated.
Already numb
and on It’s way
through a challenging night.
Progressive patterns are in motion
like these veins
rigged by liquor and fire.
The random and dim flashes
create a rhythm,
Borrowed by the stomping hooves of a creole Mephistopheles,
His mantra parades a scorched melody on your head.
There’s no guitar on that half bred.
We are escape artists tonight
And with a mission
These cheap boots fail to resist
And they stumble upon the pale
and yet cheerful dance.
We are at siege
by a fleet of bills
Folded into the smallest
Paper boats you ever seen
It’s a horseless apocalypse,
But you feel the stomp getting deeper
like the steady beat of a Movie God,
Like Lee as Walker heading for the bed
Like chalk
drawing over the cloth,
Preparing that child sized
dark heroic cape
of Zorro
It wraps everything in black,
But It rips into pieces
Like being pushed and shoved
through the high school hall
Like the wavy threads
of broken mix tapes
scattered through the floor.
Like the pharmaceutical taste
steaming out from
that ball-pen crack pipe
Like sperm and sweat stains
On an old pair of jeans.
Like losing teeth
out of a single blow to the face,
from that fucking junkie
on a hustling spree
Learn to escape.
Learn to fake
that biblical peace.
Make the cape fall
like a sudarium over the child
while he rests like a carcass
on a demented Pieta
with sewing needles
stuck to her palms
This sacred nobility
Smears that crayon colors
From the spit that drips
down your face
and then
The mirror cracks a wound
Father, son and the death bed.
Fractal, dimensional,
Wish I could be a Titan, a ramming Capricorn
with those horns of fortune
Out of the shell
shooting golden doubloons from a lost armada
into the black hole
and out from that glass door.
just for a miracle.
But it shatters out of a scream.
Hands, wrists, twist and shake
They put up a fight.
A shameless one.
She is both the witness
and the victim,
That bird of migration,
far from the tropics
sheltered on this lost scarecrow
Roughly sewed
with diamond sheets,
like a shady harlequin
seen from afar.
Fearlessly, She beaks the straw
Nesting on my rib cage
Making me question
was I ever lost.
But out of this stuffed, embodied fear
Perpetually woven and patched,
I fatally repulse
the only dream
yet to grasp
Without ribbons on her hair,
She twirls like a tornado
And with all her might and justice
I get dragged
into the core
There’s no Oz nor Kansas
in this fucked up storm
The elements crash
Between lashes
of sex and dirty words
Until that furious cycle
surpasses the boundaries of sublime
like that exquisite opiate
of eternal faint.
I will dare
a fraction of you again.
Porto | MMXV
1/2 PIRATA MAU 