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"cabala" poems
palavra à noite cantada co'a manhã se desfaz em palavra granulada: matinal achocolatado. Já não sente a poesia tal qual ressoara clara na madrugada alta - Et pourtant, fala! Será a escrita fogo fátuo? marca gravada em gado, ou cardo na sua pata? (O poeta-boi rumina mas não é vaca sagrada). Estrela cadente, cabala: meros fogos de artifício ruidosos melros da fala: na calma manhã se calam.
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
POESIA FALADA
The pit in the ground was dug Then they came A troop of wild javelina Boasting their wares The circle was drawn From deep within the soil As they danced in revelry And the salts were cast Into the air Each granule dancing With jubilation From its blessing Before reaching its Final destination Locking in the wild javelina Paving way for the work Before all Gods They took their wares Consecrated goblets From the netherworlds And held them to the skies As they were filled With rain of fine wines The javelina crafted Cabala Well into the night Filling the pit With the exalted wines Moments before sunrise The javelina dove Into the pool of wines To the center of all things
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
Wild Javelina
Profound things screaming at insanity These words have no meaning My mind breaks Unable to even move In catatonic despair And  then… when my eyes are tired and my soul is a worn husk Awake at three in the morning watching videos of steel drummers On the tired ends of some desperate baffling nightmare The same motifs recurring endlessly over and over Recursively storming through the gallows and nether winds of some unmentionable quivering fury And at the precise moment where all Is lost and all is at your finger tips the words poured out like buckets of rainwater on the side walks of the throng trembling masses a primeval cro-magnon scumbag alive and well with a post modern kick a lone star cupid with nothing to win the bop kebab pop cabala flanks me at every turn and the Jesus lizard shrinks beneath the weight of crushing globalism as the world sits back and laughs
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
"Profound" Things Screaming at Insanity