Killing Me

Killing Me

The fragrancy of your body is

all around me, even when

we're feathers scattered among polar fields

Never mind if I'm too much of something

for in you, your modernity kills any

living being

If I'm lucky to survive

and tell you

I'd love to rest my head on

your skin

© 2017, José Coelho

Barão Reports – Killing Latitudes

Barão Reports – Killing Latitudes

The sun has been running higher than normal

along the slopes of buildings

killing latitudes.

I’ve stretched an old canvas awning across

the alley at the back of my house

but the shadow remained a thin

strip of dubious measure.

Around noon, while I grill fresh fish

drink beer and elaborate on a thousand

ways to repeat this fantasy

tomorrow and after tomorrow and after, after tomorrow

no beastly sound

denounces my earthly location

only my neighbor’s windmill

gearing its metallic litany

keeps mapping me to the ground

So far, no body complained!

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho