Adorable Ruin Flourishing

Adorable Ruin Flourishing

Between dances

I trim her nails to the gut

he

is an asshole

we should be proud of

the trees, our trees

do they have a name, can they be named

is that allowed

without taking too much space

or shrinking another mushroom

cutting one more finger

    Don't, please!

he will need it

up his ass – adorable monument

decaying

We should be proud of

the water, the bread, the sun

and name it

can we, without prejudice, without

blame

say, we have streets and squares

where we like to dance

sing, read, walk, sip

muted thoughts

under a burning sky

and maybe

     d i e

if we want to

Nevertheless

I scathe her not with the pincer

he

would faint

instead I rub that old liniment against

their skin, aching

between showers

of happiness or maybe just joy

lest language becomes

mere words, shadow

of that which fell

ruined.

© 2015, José Coelho