Obrigado

"An existant can never justify the existence of another existant."
Nausea - Sartre

I am not sure what to do
with the thank you.

adding finality to your pursuit?
Or mere gesture?

Virgen eyes
riding above water
A saviour of nights in Bohemian sights
Immaculate obsession, not conception
Emergency contraception

Lighting up in lapa as I dance ballet
En face to hippies with brahma beer
And skol night caps
I beg for more and confer a kiss
Commemorating a fantasmic day – and a half
Um beijinho jeitinho, and a stolen laugh

We smile to the moon
For whom I seek council
I rise to regrets
Sex with holy eggs
Coffee made for me

We brunch with the sun
Suco de abacaxi com hortela
Walk to the water
And sunkiss the waves
Yemaya my mama Yemoja
I pay my respects

To the garlic, my tierra
Bom molho bolonhesa
Cut with such grace
pensive face

I took risks worthy of worry
Kissed more than Mary
And hope not in vain
Lest I complain

Forgetting
I too, say thank you…

cross border deals

In Rio
i drink coffee
from minas gerais
cheaper in my new york city deli

even with the dollar low
odd that costs are so high
this coastal global city
prefers euros

last month
Ford sold Jaguar
the former colony of Britain
to the Tata of India

globalization means
the have will have
the have not not

the goldern gringo days are over

A living Deja Vu

a record broken
3 months
a broken record
30 years
a mirror image of the past
My very own specter mirage
Casts ghostly shadows
I am that which you want only late
Later, a cursed trail of similar narratives
When temporality shifts
And all is out of sync
For me, not you.
Why must I outlive the irony?
Why must I live to see the humor of emotions, not so humorous?
This is torture for those, who like me, live in the moment.
a dedicated disjuncture
a living deja vu, dejalo....

Kurta

Kurta or Kurti
a "shirt"er version of me
yellow lines
gold trimm-ings
and pockets to hold
my waist

Ponty or Panty
Merleau or Merlot
Awww, hells nooo
Crowd of Commie Cookoo for Cocoa Puffs
Green jumper and
taped up gafas...

Angst

Heidegger wrote a treatise on it; Soren K. believed the poet needed it to write; Sartre found the absurdity in being tormented by being tormented; Camus' men lived it while fighting themselves or replicas of themselves; and I, well, I look to them again and now to learn to understand what the great Hesse meant in Demian. I lie. I look to them to understand what I mean to myself if so many aspects of me are controlled by despair. Angst is an overabundance of hope, no? How else do we explain the angst filled person not jumping off the bridge or jumping in front of a bus?

To be continued...filled with too much angst right now!

Sample sale bag lady

It’s a brother’s Johnson sort of thing
Strawberry letter 23 turned sour
Lemon man-boy break fast
Exit ethiopia
Next nigeria
Or maybe mali
Makes room for guinea
Pigs of all sorts
Of sordid and sumptuous
Suggestion…

Or could it be
Cabo verde?
Never greener pastures on the other side
Just the same tale of landscapes and territories
Battles to be fought
Forgiven
Forgotten with time

Like memories, men and history (not herstory)
No refunds accepted

Because as Heraclitus said
One can never enter the same river twice.

hunger

Jezebel’s sister.
The middle child.
The one not hard enough to take the money.
Instead, she worked harder, selling honey
On the street.
To cook a stew for two
And create her own
Ambrosia
Sold her soul to hungry men, to feed her own
Appetite
For destruction.