Four Poems| Januário Esteves
1
The disgrace that hangs in the air,
That also brings the negligence of harm
How slowly steamed the sweat
Running down the windows of cornification
Often composing priesthood pleonasms
Using sweet potatoes as contraceptives
To stop the human overpopulation
Whose will occur from memory that is damned
In muffled cries of rock calcinations,
In the axiomatic survey of the ritual,
What is the lack of awareness with?
Simply because we were so careered
In a pathological odyssey that boils in the future,
Obsessively submissive gelatinous needs
To the glittering material that exalts from the golden
And useless days that run wild
About dilettante conventions, we look
Absurdly, the course of events
Achieving more days, more hours, more everything.
2
Everyone’s experience in the years we carry
Lecture on fables with our brothers’ animals
A destiny shared by reciprocal astonishment
Sleeping in the same blue sky, on the same floor
Ovulating in black environments and temperaments
In languid disdain, wishing for the forbidden
Calling the improbable your thing
Getting the light to burn your eyes
So that in the torpor of existence, the course of age
Vomit the irritating toxins that hurt the being
Whistling the birds, a concomitant elegy
May purify the magnanimous shadows of the trees
And cure adverse feelings brought on by harassment
From our childhood in the dread of closed rooms
By keys full of enigmatic trouble
In wet sobs, the sea breeze opened
In the ephemeral conquest of what oppressed us,
We idolized the constant persistence of the answer
Shrewd that emanated from disquieting doubts.
3
Pigs make war subliminally
Through hot dogs offered
At the crossroads of iconic urban corners
Where sexual abuse occurs at rush hour,
And the marks on the body cast testimonies
Of depravity that reigns in the search for orgasm.
Complaining to the licensed psychoanalyst
Because she’s my half, my other
Who is satisfied with the leftovers that fall from his lap?
An accelerated rise in tension that culminates
In the maladjusted emotion that stands alone
Between night and dawn, the child regurgitates
The pains that make you almost human
In the consent logic of cathartic thoughts,
Demonic and voracious appetites for transgression
That reverberate in the family atmosphere
From the enchanted home that rejuvenates and restores us
The astonishment transience of the flesh that inoculates
Damned memory of extraordinary feats.
4
Love is an inaccessible place that limits us
The tears of the soul that disappear from us
In a maze of endless beliefs
Sealed within the praised fornication
In tangible sparkles where only favors fit
Putting a non-binary spell on your identity
The emotion of two intertwined spirits
Reveal the restlessness that resides in greed
From not going lonely to that strange night
Crazy to want the intangible communion
That entwines in the fingers of a shadow
Embracing faces that succeed each other in dreams
Received by the secular web that shuffles
With shocks the virginity of our belief
Taking care that we were leathery and unique
Attracted by everything, they embody the manifest
In a carnival of meat bursting into the sum
From the hidden desires in the labyrinth of intention
That often rejects us for the real.
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