About an arrow

I have this little poem
About an arrow
I’ve been working on
And I try to read it
To some lovers who have listened
And listened
And they all seem
To think its crazy
They told me they see
No arrow in there
I’m going nuts
Kind of mad
Writing about tongues and love making
And arrows
I keep telling them
This is not about
Tongues and love making
Don’t get distracted by details
Don’t love small parts
Look to the original
Be an all
Not a part
But they all were parts, my lovers
And they didn’t recognize an all
Without its part
They don’t recognize any alls
Any parts
Nothing
Not even an arrow
And its parts like
Some say I’m too petty
Too critical
Demanding
But when it gets to
Tongues
And love making
I wonder
What’s wrong with my arrows?
I guess, the answer is,
I should find
Better lovers.

The War

Beyond this world
And the next one
Some may have learned how
To leave their presence in
EXISTENCE
By breaking toilet sinks
By shaking hands
Writing absolutely genius works
Absolute astonishing lyrics
Emotional intellectual poems
A classic song
By loving one of a couple
By being loved by one of a couple
By giving birth
By having sex and great orgasms
And fireworks
And stars
By simple mere revelation of
FORCE
And CAPACITY
And MOTIVATION
Single marks, valses and a typical way
Of be living and
Not be lived
By a matter of faith
And incapacity
Longitude
You will never be able
To touch sadness, melancholia, nostalgia,
Even glory.
Achieve the paramount of awareness
Let yourself fall
Through meaning
And
Wake up every morning
To break a little
Of what doesn’t break you

liberty

My mother used to drive me
with her car full of toys
we used to drive everywhere
she used to tell me stories
she said that lonely people's problem
is to be lonely and
that time declines happiness
that you just have to wait
you're intire life
to realize
there's nothing out there
no purpose and no meanings
we drove for hours
and olny stopped
by the house
where I grew up
such a fascinating house
and tremendous glimmering light
stagnated air
a perfect view to the city
-the world is a mess, she
used to tell me,
but I feed you with tender
all your life
my dear child
you will fall into the world
like there's no rythm
or gravity
and all your laws
will turn out to be
desires
you will know
the word beauty
so intesively
that you will read
this poem
until you find it.

The day I went for a massage

It has been sun and rise
And I got
A massage
And it felt quite good
Two hands gently spreading oil up on the skin
And on the shoulders, on the knees
In some places where you’re supposed to feel it a little bit more
On the palm of your hands
Beneath your fingers
I got a massage
it felt quite ok
but that was hours earlier
to the point that I’m narrating:
it was about
7 o’clock
And I was walking
towards home
It started raining
And it has been sun and rise
all day long
but it started raining
and I ran
I was quite away from home
so I had to run a lot
But suddenly,
Running,
I realized that
I really didn’t have to run
After all it was raining
And it didn’t feel bad
And the water on the skin
Dropped so good
As the hot oil
and the hands.
So I calmed down,
walked again.
And do you know those times
when you have words bumping through your head
very fast
and you definitely
feel like writing?
Well, it was a hell of a day
Because I wrote a lot
it was raining
and I had a massage.

testicles

Today my culture studies teacher
Talked about how men
Should have their balls in the right place
And it got me wondering
How many men have
The balls
In the right place
And which one
is
specifically the right place
for them to be
I went out
to smoke some butterflies
deeply through a winter afternoon
a man walks by
and I can immediately see
that his balls
are not there
not In the right place
I smoke some more butterflies
Purple blue blood
Fizzes in my veins
its kind of mad
to see it bombing
like this crazy heart
that never stops
And I’m about to pass out
because of those opium butterflies.
When,
suddenly,
another man walks by
and he has a funny way of walking
he got rats stuck up his ass
and he giggles
very much
revealing white teeth
perfect white teeth
that were polished
at a couple of hours ago
by a big sharp
with a weevil tip
and he has both of his fingers
red
and I know where those hands have been
and he giggles more …
he knows it too…
“you got no balls” I yell at him
“not there anyway”,
and he stops giggling
and shows me the white teeth
and his tongue
and his throat
and his laryngitis
and he screams
A YELL
PURE SCREAM
we froze
this is the man with the smallest balls
I’ve ever seen.

Crack Piercing

She steps the floor
As if she’s breaking dawn
an orange evening
with red clowds
Wearing high heels
And long legs
Tied up to a body
And she’s a redhead
There are very little things
as magnetic as being a redhead
With green eyes
And desirable big breasts
And beautiful cheeks
And two perfect round dimples in the back
She wears very tight pants
Black leather
And she shines
And glimmers
And talkes immensely
Not loudly, just rustle
And she is a nice woman
An incredible woman
And her legs are so high
That they hardly push the pants
That are halt so low
And her incredible magnificence
is stuck into those buttocks
And we do get along quite well

the pixy and the humans

All the way
From Lisbon
To a place near
they drove and smoke and put little rocks
of md under their tongues
I can’t imagine the people.
Three mad individuals inside a car
droving of
and by a couple of minutes later
maybe an hour or so
three mad individuals inside a bed
and the guy would be inside the blonde
and the red hair would be watching
closely
as any lover would do
she would see it closely and she would help them not slipping
but nothing else
and the blonde would put some more love under her tongue
the time would deflate very promptly
all the way
from the car
to an house
to a bed
in a room
that had mushrooms growing up all the walls
and the blonde was a fairy
who happened not to have her magic wand
and the red hair
was just there
by mere accident
and she didn’t knew anything about magic
or mages
they might even
say
all of that with zest
but by that time
they were pretty messed up
as if the remains of food
in their plates
didn’t meant anything
as if it had never been eaten
they made the room blue
and the red hair soon sucked him too
and the blonde forget that she was ever a fairy
the room was a mess
but they kept having orgasms until it was morning
and night again
and the walls were kind of airy