there never has a rant as such been,

not since Sinatra said Something was a song by Lenin

and MacCartney

(…)

Arizona needs a Ocean, as it is

said I as a collecting of haikus

I be a flower child

but that is not me

(…)

Schoolkids take to McDonald’s

summoned by their own mentors

which have never been as elusive

(…)

There will have happened a train wrack

About three hours ago south of here

but I will not be in it

nor will my tree

(…)

Originally I as a author set about entitling this

Tanathos by the sea

he being the greek god of death

decided upon not, for shall a sense of his’s

be bestowed upon me being in this material world

some would mistakenly understand and claim

I wrote a aptly christened piece

called such

(…)

It tastes of cinnamihn a geisha

A saint among men and a lady

in High Savoy the place where I distorted the map of France

an its geography as to compel its tentacles to abound and

embrace the whole of europe and both of the Carolinas

as if pouring sour milk and honey, a caterwauling of sonic noize

into the eers and minds and brains of a thousand kings and queens

a jack of harts and a princesses break down

(…)

Like when we met with president Kennady

and knew him from photos and magazines and papers

lodged in the hearts of the young as Exile and Disaster

the figure of which no picutre could eschew nor convey

in any sense of reason and ryme you could conceive

(…)

Flames dance slowly around my self

Joan of Arc get’yer boots on

They spoke to me with a voice thousands of years aged

A thousand-year ache in need of being cured.

(…)

The solace of burning coals cuts through my dead man’s dirt

Me soars like an long, long gone, long kept secret on resonator steel

A holy grail of sorts, stained bookshelves

A mistake in the unmade bed of Anita Ekberg

Not a stone shall unturn itself, the blood in my veins

Be the same me spilt on the rosary

Sparkling in awe as we walk one endless mile to reclaim the debris of our souls

(…)

Lest we forget white sands are no more.

Perder a linha, o trem, a cabeça.

Perda de peso,  cabelos e importância.

Perder a fala,  perder o rumo,  o fio da meada.

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Ganhar o pão,  ganhar na loto.

Rodada ganha,  poupa e ganha.

Ganhar reconhecimento, presente e tempo.

Endosso ganho, ação ganha.

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Perder um título, ganhar um abraço.

Redemoinho infinito…

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Ganha, perde. Perde, ganha…

Cliente: Filho, onde está a seção de “fado”?

Funcionário: O que seria “fado”, minha senhora?

Cliente: Essa juventude…

Fado: substantivo masculino

1. destino, sorte, estrela; o que necessariamente tem de ser; vaticínio, decreto do destino

2.  (regionalismo Portugal) canção popular de Portugal, freq. de caráter lamentoso, sempre acompanhada pela guitarra portuguesa

http://www.fado.com/

3. (regionalismo: Portugal) prostituição

4. (regionalismo: Portugal) vida de fadista (‘desordeiro’); vadiagem

Um terceiro: É Amália Rodrigues, essas coisas…

Funcionário: Ah…

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