You

You

Of inertia I run, fleeing

desperately I flee running

though my legs

trapped, they do not yield

cerebrally stuck in ineptitude

In skin - see through - space

the earthly ground I revolve

searching for the infinite tithe of

your pi-traces

but of you I'm only awarded

multiple, volatile replicas, each night

a different one

Last one was You, despite you had never

been it, you are only You, in me, after we

become Us and that you've never been!

such a pity, though at least

in this dream feeling like a dream

it was You and I was saying it to you and

you accepted it, well I don't know, but you

were showing happiness

because I was calling you, You and

secret and prohibitively we

kissed blamelessly while

you were telling me about your

experiences with geckos

passionately holding each other's

hands we made love;

then you disappeared or could it have

been me?

Everything took place privately

by the sidewalk

in front of high school

© 2014, JC

Tu

Tu

Corro de inércia a fugir

desesperado fujo a correr mas

as minhas pernas

presas, não desenvolvem

cerebralmente perras de inépcia

Revolvo o chão de terra,

em pele-transparente-espaço

procuro a dízima infinita dos

teus pi-vestígios

mas só me aparecem réplicas tuas

múltiplas, voláteis, cada noite

outras

A última eras tu, apesar de nunca o

teres sido, tu só és tu, em mim, depois de

sermos nós e isso nunca o foste

que pena, mas pelo menos

neste sonho que sabia a sonho

eras tu e eu dizia-to e tu aceitavas,

bom, não sei, mas sentias-te feliz

por eu te chamar tu e

secreta e proibitivamente

beijámo-nos sem culpa enquanto

apaixonada

mente me falavas das tuas

experiências com lagartixas

segurámo-nos nas mãos e

fizemos amor

depois desapareceste ou terei

sido eu?

Tudo se passou em privado

no passeio

em frente ao liceu.

© 2014, JC

Sepia Fantasies

Sepia Fantasies

                                         never touched her

Her long, brown-reddish hair

undulated

made me gaze focused -

lookalike penetrating her

eyes. She was not beautiful,

the sort of beauty one would stare at

when not knowing

the real one hiding in the way of

smiling, moving or just greeting your

hands and laughing

of course.

More than that caught me

unable to concentrate on her words

because of her skin

her lips talking grabbed my whole energy

attention lost in sensitive questions

deeper than words.

I guess she never noticed

otherwise plenty of tigress maybe

                                                 then one day

Shamelessly she took

my fingers while describing me her

last fuss with her boyfriend

wrapping them in warm

rings of cozy love

                                                     inebriated

We met

often in cinemas

during lunch breaks.

She would call me in

despair, a weapon to use

disguised with subtle

intentions shared in arms

legs and cock-pits balancing

rubbed words as groggy tongues

exhausted

                                     she suggested more

gave her what she wanted, I.

p.s. 'm still looking for ingenious brains

who could help in materializing

the cartography of a human spirit

in locus. Preferably females.

© 2014, JC

Heading east of the full moon

Heading east of the full moon

just you and me dropping sweet memories across skies of folly

nested in our aspiration we rise high and higher into the night of anchorage, multiplying sight ahead and underneath

east of the full moon

there's an infinite darkness of meanings growing in all directions

how is it possible? The farthest we are never to get closer of anywhere

we only seem to vanish two points – heart bits into charted surveillance – displaying no collision, no redemption, faith a glimpse of blue dividing the universe, unaware of all promiscuity tainting its shores

east of the full moon

is a nothing pulling on my groin

between certitudes and interrogations we make a complete turn never seeing the whole.

© 2014, JC

By that old pathway

By that old pathway we went down

into the valley;

much had changed, the dairy was

gone, with it the intense smell of

cows, manure and milk, that thick
white liquid we collected in the

morning, just before d r i n k i n g it

inviting a suit of aromas to fulfill your

brain with all sort of wishes, deep

into the core of your guts,

blackberries and nettles flanked the track moistened in the coolest

splashing water all summer long

The blanket plant was still waving

walls though abandoned, what a

delight squeezing hands inside the

wool like caressing sheep, grass and

feeling secretly safe within a downy

realm under a massive granitic

frenzy of rain

The chapel, one of the many,

glimmering in green, white and gold

stood proudly by the huge plane

trees, resonating hourly bells, clear

as August scorching skies, reaching

the highest peaks, welcomed us on

our descent to the river, the one yet

finding it's way through the same

rocks;

on its margin, a house was being

brought up, so daring! Confronting

nature's bed and divine

casualties with human privates...

Though much was forever changed

we found the same well and we

bathed rejoicing our naked souls in

the fresh summering water, swam

like little painters, jumped off the

cliff, fell for the smell of mint and got

bitten by hairy flies, just like in good

old days, drenched in sun, belief

and mundane love.

© 2014, JC

Undercover Enemy

Undercover Enemy

Desperados' land playing nuclear kids around conical ogives praising sex drugs and rockabilly undercover a sheriff's hat; clamming legislation,

deeming blood for territory, land of

promises anew recycled, rewashed in distance, in rejection of past ancestral diabolic culture

Damn(ed)!

The land of rejoined west far there

behind almighty ocean, holding

bullets in trees as chickens upon a

fig's naked winter trunk and guns in

pockets loaded with registration fees

and old musty biblical love...

licking authorities colt for a dime or

good luck

Say, I tell you sun, this is one hell of a community, read the guidelines, ours', bend your will to serve in appearance and you'll be fine! BTW it's gated, so you're safe...

in here it's me ruling though - the

breath I take you shall receive – it's

me breaking the law; but it's OK 'cuz I'm the crime watcher, I have a big toy (as plenty do) my only duty

defend you, body & soul

So may it be

in heaven too!

© 2014, JC

62nd day

Sixty second day

windows keep pouring rain as

alphabet letters

© 2014, JC