white-white

White-white

Just before

desperation began -

its odorless pits

nailing through the thickness in

my brain

           and global cornea

the white on the ceiling

suddenly

looked more intense than

ever

        (had I really seen white-white?)

I was almost sure

until they knocked the door

down and told me

that was I

thinking.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho

Propositions

Propositions

this white blank:

a dancer

seducing me to

move her by the hand

blade-bone

in a joint of pure

form & pleasure

teasing

my thoughts

as I grab its flat

surface

through the ink

black

yarn sewing sinful

propositions

under the moist

of the Atlantic

rise

this blank white:

never

leaves alone

or fills it-self to the

limit of

comprehension

white

blank

this.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho