WEARY EYES
just
because I am trendy / it does not mean I have to uphold all these
feelings of insecurity that you continuously maintain I am responsible
for / look at the cave: / one of us came out of it / deemed it
uninhabitable and moved out / you know, and became that news vendor
on Times Square / that doorman at [POLISH NIGHTCLUB] / that
salesman of hard facts / soft spittoons / firm believer of all those
religions that were spewed out of some hell-hole on 14th street / or
somewhere that was not even Manhattan / Barcelona? / Calle
Fortunados / guns / here be useful daydreams / a life washing
ashore where another dwindles away / the parakeets of Rua Augusta /
the new and improved notebooks of Sao Paulo / 1500 worker bees
humming, unnoticed / in those forced daydreams /of plentiful
yesterdays probably / nostalgia asleep in hotel rooms, the skin that
deceives you / the trees that you thought spirited reminds you of
nothing at all / several phone cards bought for far too many reais,
blown immediately on calling weather services in countries not yet
visited / eternal lie of magical alley where uncle Jim or John lives
with one or several families / the blessing of being fruitful / like
the French or the Dutch would know once a year, and thereby plummet onto
the streets like murdered chameleons / ripe for change and
observation / and all the other fruitful deaths wherein massive
chandeliers are swinging in relaxed unison / songs / gleefully
performed by an orchestra of ants / trampling down the carpet of
eternity / the singular entirety of space / another reverberating
cave: endless chatter of next level insects / misunderstood kisses /
because the bus stop was just "so us", held all the keys to
unlocking the chambers of our boredom / shouts: / written
simultaneously on every chinese typewriter ever produced / patiently
/ avoiding any outburst that fall upon the category of water / and
air / poison, too / 900 characters left behind / separate beehives /
words upon effect: / the trade union guillotine agreement / perfume
for the beheaded / gasoline for the queen buzz / something now,
before the dawn /
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