Adherent Film

Adherent Film

Thin as bubbles'

surface

People are sitting in rows

of chairs

or standing still

by the walls and bar

On the rear a table

gets to be the spot

to look at

on occasions

the mind bounces through

the bubbles, swaying fringes of

recent episodes - like

indulging in a sleepless life or

love museums cooling off

by the water – I urge

to take distance

from

Proud as imperial bushes

three women sit by the table

sparrows picking at their

berries

collecting all the rubbish

fixing anecdotal jokes like tears

running down

their cheekbones

ice melting over the floor

fruit and stuff, all juicy

afloat, somewhere

there's a sign -

get lost if you hate me -

so I stay

I feel hungry

and whimsy, I crave

for sex and

kisses

walls thrive between us

as they talk and talk

silently, one by

one

insistently

describing the thickness of their

tongue, the taste of

their words; the sound of plumage

randomly falling

excels

much of everything -

no touching, please

I prefer chaffing and

degusting exotic breakfasts

in bed – feel the blood

delivering food to

cells

while memories come adherent

film free.

© 2016, José Coelho