The christ who had a cyst
and behold He starts to drain
with egg snot in the poached sky
poachfuck it and a bunch of rotten daisies
of pussy and pissed guys are we full and belching!
and bundles of bad hair poems with short-sighted lice
and centipede broccoli with dandruff and a whiff of
Mr Armpit Silva begging for insular panels
and our fathers to the sound of diarrhea of recyclable china
and trans-planetary interest rates grafted in alcoholic cactuses
and one-arm dolls wearing ties out of terminal imbecility
From afar strawberry-flavoured shit shouts the echo has kept warm.
The prophet liked strawberries
Seemingly, your shadow got fat
Opened a door and escaped through the window
Tap-dancing through a cancerous crowd
Of disobedient crystal automata
Luffed towards the pendulum dance of the sun
(Now an unsalted ice-cream ball)
Possibly seduced by the whispered promise
Of a glacier Paradise scaldingly plasticized
Where bureaucratic snowmen crawl
In golden top-hats whistling to the blue sky waves
That hypnotize them with a sterilized and deafening tune
On the lift there comes the dirty hand of the Prophet with a rotten smile
Through the neon lights buzzing in the salvation room.
Probably it will never be alone
Skiing hand in hand with another bubbling shadow
Never looking at it the empty hole of its cardboard eyes and
Stumbling through the silent Inferno of mathematically invisible landmines:
Pitch-black fireworks erasing the aquatic footprints
Of vain intermittent rainbows that may glow
Excited in the frightening lava of a white darkness.
Do you want to call it soul?
To us, it is the puppets’ soap opera
Violently scrubbing its canine teeth before going to sleep.
João Paulo Guimarães was born in Famalicão in 1987, got his degree in Modern Languages - English and Spanish at the Faculty of Letters of the University of Coimbra in 2008 and is now writing his MA thesis in American Studies on the poetic work of American writer Don Van Vliet. In 2009, he attended two courses in North American Literature at University College Dublin. Apart from a couple of poems published in Oficina de Poesia, he has published a poem in English Literary Society (UCD) and an article in Revista Crítica de Ciências Sociais (CES, Coimbra).