Nothing Dubious

Nothing Dubious

There's nothing dubious
about sound. As we walk down
that path – or shall I say I, in singular
walking – down that path, the sound arrives
ordered by flavor, intensity
and a notion of expectation, direction

matters as much as
noise – the salt of sound – leading
to multiple reads

The wind – warmer than flowers
and gypsies – blows away the noise
so we - or shall I say I, in singular
walking – keep inhaling the blocks
of sound

arriving at the coast
like waves
of ordered strength, pushing
us forward

or shall I say I?
walking, in singular.

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho

Barão Reports - Of Dubious Fridays

Barão Reports - Of Dubious Fridays

Open

This curse, in search for definitions

Like blue, shelter, onion

(Bizarreries)

I started this book last year.

The metric of time beating slow or it has been avoiding

me, a bad reader

searching for the next Friday

which never

happened

As the book

I kept missing the read, the integral

sound of dumping it

into the water

after knowing what it was

made of

Eclectic furniture of multiple characters

But the book fell steep into

dubious Fridays -

might be that I’ve stumbled upon

myself?

Real musty signs.

Ambition of becoming

the embryo cell of future

possibilities.

n-uplicated scenarios twisting time

into a humiliated Moebius ruler

Close

to this stone  

where I envy the landscape

present becomes thicker than

normal

allowing another Friday to

finally

settle in.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho