Best Sexto Poems
Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.
Part 2
act three
in the third act delirious
the laws of physics etc.
he coughs his lungs out
in wheezing jets
internal combustion is internal combustion
his bed of wheels begins to roll
first one wheel then the others
cough cough cough
his wheels roll the length of
NEURO WARD 4's corridor
to the NEURO elevator
and its NEURO music
by now familiar to you
as that song in the head
cough cough cough
3 2 1 doors open out
upon the concrete parking lot
out to Lucille the Oldsmobile
they recognize one another
why no one knows
this is an orphan's tale
composed with the licensed use
of Orphan Guild secrets
raised on the back seat
suckled by giant oranges
weaned on foot long hot dogs
at the nation's roadside
Musella my injection!
act four
in the 4th phantom of the opera
the tank hits empty
his lungs flat and black
as a piece of big rig recap
in desperation piles bricks on seat
heaves bricks back onto concrete
salutes au revoir to the mirror's horizon
and rolls onward
propelled by what is equal
what is opposite
according to St. Newton
the law of the motor
what goes in must come out
seriously Lucille rolls
upon the concrete gridway
steering herself autonomously
everything left to chance
we now know any nightmare
propelled by what is equal and opposite
will roll through the divider
and off the bed-road
Musella vacuums up the glass
and sorts out the tubing
our fugitive lays low by his radio
signal up full
awaiting the footsteps
and stethoscope of Tex Amphora
the archaeologist cowboy surgeon
took my case in a bar stool wager
betting on flesh made perfect
the fool the angel
5 minute intermission
they taught me how to act
onstage I mean in stages
strangers said I'd grow out of it
friends said I'm gonna die from it
there comes a time in a youth's youth
when he discovers
that the machinery on the interstate
can play the sound of skidding wheels
on a Steinway
so
a much needed musical interlude then
acto sexto
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Sábado
Hoje é sábado,
seu dia
dia da criação;
amanhã é domingo.
Amanhã
não faz ninguém bem
Hoje é que é o dia do presente
O dia é sábado.
Sábado,
o sexto da criação!
Esqueça a semana inglesa
Descansasse o Senhor no sábado
Não existiria a beleza para ser cuidada.
Hoje é sábado:
Vamos renovar as esperanças
Fazer já o que tem que ser feito
Pessoas a se embelezar
para celebrar a noite de sábado!
Porque hoje é sábado.
e Amanhã é domingo
Vamos fazer hoje.
O que se repete para sempre
E nos faz diferente!
Bondade e Sabedoria
A sabedoria,
como bondade,
não é imposta,
mas proposta.
Sempre escute e ouça seu coração
Seu “sexto sentido”.
É assim
que a cada dia
você acumula
mais sabedoria.