top of page

burst                        

 

embarrassed

with the falsity of words

the poem breaks the paper

and hugs tight

the poet

it was like kicking a dog your stomach puckered up

your contracted face has disfigured

the red-hot throat

armpits dripping fear the mind kicking bankrupt

felt the chest dry

the ants climb the face and in an outbreak

faster than a scare

​

turned desert

gives you

​

I didn't shave
I didn't say good morning to the mirror I didn't stay online
I didn't open the email
I didn't go to the bakery
I didn't go out to get the letters I didn't answer the phone
I didn't clean the house

here inside the sound of the street
aluminum window crack
engine room noise
the scene when she left my restless breathing

I wore my frown
and I went to find myself with loneliness

irrepressible  

 

because it is necessary

cage the lions

and make the howls

fit in a can

where it doesn't fit

the mistake

the tantrum

the scream

the hard

the punch

the scolding

the rent

the tax

 

no poetry 

first aid (kit)

 

a warm pocket of hugs

a track of tying despairs

a pillow voice

a wad of cotton (not salty)

massage oil for egos

blue bullets

chewing gum clouds

velvet ear gloves

Swiss chocolate XL 500g 

anti-neglect masks

effervescent tablets of joy 350 mg

dog licks (pack of 40 pieces)

merthiolate for squeamish

playlist with 200 audios of children's laughter 

sun tablets 

oblivion pills (of yourself)

a record by that black singer from Minas Gerais (to listen with the light off)

a tube of sleeping ointment (apply to left thumb after meals)

a universal distance reducer 2.0

a ticket back home anytime from anywhere  

 

 

dark blue

​

are judas blowing the bell
the popcorn man guarding the corn
the red sun pushing the cart to where my feverish eyes walked

​

​

hernia

 

to see

you

bras

in

you

lol

of

on one

can

to

rou

with

neutral

ro

ifs

in

pi

lol

of

compressing

the disk

pills

Pan

frog

The

in

only

nia

gives

with

lol

at

to see

you

bral  

 

anything

​

nothing mattered

​

from that look

leaning in the corner

​

of that nothing

embedded in the ceiling

solitude

​

When

only

I am

well
only

all

I am

are

Leave your contact to stay on top of news and updates

bottom of page