Better People

Each Day

we invent

machines, better machines

what about

people

better

people

for pleasure

finer pleasure

able to scream, repetition, out

and loud

people able to feel

sand

under their feet – a qualm of ignorance

we tend to neglect -

and acrid sweat

in their cozy armpits -

playing

we ought do this shit

right? In order

to avoid late

frustration

Each day

for the sake of

pleasure and all its affiliates -

erótica, literature, art – let's take

a walk in the park and watch

people

talking, dancing, kissing, sitting

in benches

their faces' expressions, contagious

their bodies' swing, melodic

along paths

Then, go home and improve

yourself.

© José Coelho, 2015