Magic – refusal

#7 Magic – refusal

Cognitive but very remote,
phonetics of greater interest
broke into my mouth, tore my
flesh of refusal and descended into
magic. Carnivores at a distance,
carve away from waves. Fake as a
circle, turn after turn, branding our future
with strings of almost metal. The refusals
still don’t work, maybe there’s no magic,
there are more.

Magic – holiday for tax payers

#6 Magic – holiday for tax payers

Wish you another holiday,
an afternoon fixed in perfect gaze,
an idea of landscape lost in
context and being away from
the constant. Interested in light,
another magic, climbing down your
wall, sugar cubes with moist edges.
Perform your ritual, counting vowels
in every colloquy, every exchange.

Less than a frame, something’s gone
forever into the damage,
no return as cliffs hang on
to the orchestra of evenings
and extracts of petals.

Magic – messiah

#5 Magic – messiah

There is no messiah, the one you saw
was a rehab reject, walking away from the finite
and had nothing to offer but samples of
religion, stars and crosses. Every season
is hungrier than the previous, even
the gods are clueless.

Unlearn our previous, we have no
answer. Between our lips, we fail to
read the magic, the shiver and the spine,
that’s the only moment of honesty.

Magic – Totality, world and everything

#4 Magic – Totality, world and everything

I have a body of souls, I don’t believe in
as they never add up to the whole.
The whole is another, where there are dead
porcupines and radiating threads of broken
conversation. I watch my words from a distant
world of magic, they create another. My bleeding
elbow, the myth of family, I think I have lost
my sword. I envy my mirror which I felt had
more than life, ended up powerless confronting
multiple truths and misplaced every
notion of living.

My body, my whole is very unsure
of my room.

Magic – adhesive

#3 Magic – adhesive

Cut your brain into pieces of even,
trapezoids and space out in groups.
Arms and feet, cut into even,
hallucinating policemen collecting
evidences of the disjoint. Similar cities,
different rains accumulate near the torch lights,
too many pauses to hold together
an enormous body of consequences,
flying cycles magic their way into
a state of consumers. The government chose to
distribute adhesive along the pipelines.

Magic - museum

#2 Magic - museum

Swimming darkness presently continuous,
pleasantly continues to the future,
past gerunds and obscurities of a tension,
unaware of the demands of magic,
so dimensionless that colours fall apart,
spreading through the waters.

Here, the curator steps in, wipes his razor,
introduces his thoughts on buoyancy and
density of sinking men. Opting for the balcony
he leans over the night,
over flowing the darkness.