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Sun 13 Jun, 2021 10:48 am
Atmospheres... (Coimbra Café Capri )
It was liquid and "plasmic" the soul of the morning to be guessed at the city and it ran in it, as if it were late in the hours, a wet wind in the shadows of people that were already emerging to dot the light... it was a dull breeze inside the grammar of painful hours, calm in the late sleep that the memory of the soul had not yet forgotten, but in which the images, already carried, this arithmetical foreshadowing of rhythms and shapes in construction.
The tram of yesteryear still sounded on the empty tracks of the road and the tower of the University rang in the distance, inviting as in the past...I woke up and I went to classes at a cafe next door and had my previous breakfast without books.
Yours sincerely>FILIPE DE ALBUQUERQUE
@Albuquerque,
Can you post the originals, Fil?
SUSPENSION
I feel, inexpressibly said, the conflict...
It hurts me, a vague silence with bedside lights, on the counter border...
I, circumstance of being, superimposed to me in the air, the moonlight...
A desire that was indefinite, in an imprecise kiss into a lost God.
Breathtaking strength of Being, for and yet to think about...
I ask to silence the silence, and it passes, slowly at the time that appears, on the old window glass...
What a mess in the gloomy stress of being less!
by: FILIPE DE ALBUQUERQUE
Poem from kicks!
I like the idea of kicking a poem into existence just because I can...
A poem like the one I'm writing here, right now... with my mind seated in the dullness of the evening!
In between these forged kicks I'll give you, Time and Space, one more and there comes another verse in a gust.
Now that I'm done with kicking... It's finished!
FILIPE DE ALBUQUERQUE
HOUR
HOUR...
ENTRESUBSTANCE DISSONANT FROM LOOSE DIGITS,
POEM OF CLOSED DOORS AND RUNNING SHUTTERS...
HOUR...
DAY SLEEP AND CIGARILLA ON A DARK INSTINCT,
DAWN AND DUSK OF AN ALIGNMENT TO BE UNWRAPPED...
PRE THOUGHT AND PROTO ACTION OF SUBSEQUENT REMEMBRANCES...
HOUR...
DRESS WITHOUT PROM. SUIT WITHOUT CAUSE. TIES OF A FAKE TRIUMPH!
SUITCASE WITHOUT A TICKET, ALWAYS BEYOND AND BEHIND ANY DESTINATION
GLASSING AN IDEA AFTER THE FALLEN RAIN OR BEFORE IT EVER CAME..
Yours sincerely>FILIPE DE ALBUQUERQUE
@Albuquerque,
Ticking-away, the moments, that make up a dull day - you fritter and waste the hours, in an offhand way - kicking around, on a piece of ground, in your hometown - waiting for someone, or something to show you the way - Time.
In each word delivered - A 'spell' is cast.
@Albuquerque,
Here are two of mine from a long while back, Fil.
The Man Is Gonna Do Some Cuttin’ Down Near My Balls
Went to see a doctor today—
About a vasectomy.
Scheduled it, in fact, for August 17th.
I sure hate the thought of anyone
Using a scalpel and or scissors
SO CLOSE TO MY DICK!
But there doesn’t seem to be any other way to get the job done.
My guess is that on the day after my surgery
Some doctor somewhere will announce
That he has perfected a laser method of getting the same results
Which is safer,
Surer,
Less invasive,
More easily reversed,
Infinitely less painful,
Takes less time to perform,
Requires fewer hours of recuperation,
And costs less.
I am really gonna be pissed if that happens!
The Prostate Is A Funny Gland
A friend of mine just mentioned
That he thought he might be having prostate trouble.
I told him that was impossible.
If you have prostate trouble,
You don’t “think” you might be.
You know goddam well you do,
If you do,
Because it hurts like a ************.
I think mine is acting up right now!
In fact, I KNOW it is.
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