Empress

I declare the night
Empress of my fantasies
Of light we shall dream

Harsh truth

Devoted to truth
Alone he went up his path
His lightness too harsh

LIP, Landscapes Imagined Privately

LIP, Landscapes Imagined Privately

imagine vectorial definitions raised from hands yanked along malnourished valleys. mud! systematic gear inverted on top of Azorean women, crying the sea - a syndrome no island dares to express. irrationality triggered under snow storms lost to the south of nostalgia - I am a woman! no wonder then, that snow flakes fall too, in Alexandria.

we are spoiling the sand, throwing it away, through universe sink holes, dispersed for our amusement, because we, like umbrellas, do not care, do not figure out the colors, the numbers that make up a dreamed land, trashed in jocular amnesia... the fog shall burn in me until I am ready to listen and speak to the loved rocks of ancient genders. the megalithic beings we touch are an alphabet due as contemplation, it's granular knitting an odyssey of time and structure ready to absorb light, dark, cold, heat and accept, a word we strive in denial; too obtuse.

re-sink the water from the tap, re-ejaculate your wise materialistic thoughts let's have a party then, just the two! I am a woman I know the lexicon of silence how it can build entire cities, so let's sweep the humus of our daily decomposition, just for a few hours, let's be a grain flying miles and merge earth wind and sea in a drop of ecstatic joy, now!

(We'll invite the rest later...)

© 2014, JC

Sensual Genders

Sensual Genders

She

the purest faith,
Saturnine too,

even by watery flames;
Off her yards! The words he...
Pain. Sin of such.

Infringing illness. Cut.

Blessed she in my

even though unappreciated

skin

He

Upon to trickle down her skirt

the seemly is moss

herd's black knight sullen

salt and dig the

length of charming

shake gently

there he was and

impiety,

milky man leaving

I

Oh even if

46 me carefully,

marbled vertexes. Look!

Another time next my sight,
to die, agonize
in pleasure.

We.

© 2014, JC

Sum'O Ari Mi - versão portuguesa

Sonho

uma viagem alucinate,

sinapses feitas de açucar

derrentendo

dendritres faíscando

ais soluçados

engonçando-se

rasgo. Apito. Nu!

Beijo suado em mim-mim

fixo canto sim

caaaala!

Aperta a fenda búzio

alquimista ou

caaaala!

Lá for a chuva

aaaaai

brilha alto

no céu o demónio

espreita. Só, ébrio

desco, eu sei que

Sum'O Ari Mi

mas rápido, porque

Sum'O Ari Mi

a voz quase desapar(ece)

gritos. Multidão, aonde?

Sei que não estou!

Aí, lá, talvez

NÃO

Mlé rif dá dá

Vocifero agulhas, pele

descontrai... água passando leve

silêncio

unhas cravam-se na

sei lá se si se lá

lá na ponta, gruta

eu sei que

vou descendo

Sum'O Ari Mi, talvez

crescendo nuvens

queda, irreal

toda a minha existência um

Sum'O Ari Mi

rio escorregando para

Mlé rif dá dá

o MAR

em franjas medonhas

medo, arrepios

descongela-me, por favor

quero saber se

estou lá, aí, já

gaita! São Anjos

Anjos Negros.

Sum'O Ari Mi

Dream
hallu ci nating trip,
sugar synapses
melting
dendrites flashing
hicc uped owies
hinge around

tear. Whistle. Naked!
Sweaty kiss in me-me
Fixed canto oui oui
stoooop!
Squeeze the crack
alchemist whelp or
Shut up!
Outside the rain
ouch!
shines high
the demon lurks up
in the sky. Alone, drunken

I go down, I know that
Sum'O Ari Mi
but fast because
Sum'O Ari Mi
voice barely disa pears
cries. Crowd, where?
I know I'm not!
There, in, therein, maybe
NO!

Mlé rif dá dá

Vociferate needles, skin
relax! ... water passing soft ly by
SILENCE!
nails stuck deep in
as if I know if in you if there
there on the edge, grotto
I know
'm going down
Sum'O Ari Mi perhaps
increasing clouds
fall, unreal
all my existence one
Sum'O Ari Mi
river slipping to
Mlé rif dá dá
the SEA
in dire fringes
fear, chills
thaws me, pleaaase
want to know if
I'm there, here, now?

Violins! They're angels,
Black Angels.

Sensuais

Sensuais

Ela:

Há musgo entranhado no mais puro dos seus quintais;

escorrem chamas aguadas pelas paredes da casa,

soturna, cinzelada a frio, sal e

vértices marmoreados cor-de-rosa

agonizam de prazer,

manchado,

enquanto...

Tu:

Encobres uma luz de alforreca a brilhar nos teus olhos,

quando te toco,

purpurinos,

nos teus seios inchados.

Então eu ponho-me e tu descalças-te e

soltas amarras lambidas,

viscosoidais,

de espuma e aguarela

a roçar as penas do meu

desfasamento

Ele:

Ocidental,

pleno de basílicas e naves mestras,

frequentador informal de mediatecas peçonhentas,

coleccionador de instantâneos nos parques e metro da cidade,

exibe a sua longitude às nuvens, quando peca ou

argoleia-se por-versos pombalinos,

nas colinas

com vista para...

© 2014, JC