Last Transgression

Last Transgression

Tonight, I swear, I will

sin. Not

with my weakish

body, no.

With my heart!

I will unchain its vessels

allow the blood

or whatever fluid they say

runs inside, to spill over

the edge

infecting whoever comes near

with passion

poisoned

fruit

and you, my dear

will open

your mouth

and drink

drink

drink

till the last drip slips

down

your

chin

Then, I will rest

in peace.

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho

Aiming at Peace

Aiming at Peace

First he got tired
of talking to people, becoming dumb.

Then, devoured by voices his brain
gave up listening.

People around him
kept trying communication, touching, gesturing
sending emotional vibes.

Uselessly; he was no more than a dead stone,
the man that aimed at peace.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho

3em1

*3em1*

A dreadful peace

   could not define it

here, where dogs bark

      the sound

at the silent night

         embracing memories lost

there’s nothing ahead

            stuck in-between

nothing behind

               vertiginous words

just the promise

                  in a row

of emptiness ebbing

                     attempting to swallow

vacuum’s form

                        present, past, future

into something

                           ominously

unnamed.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho