Alma Novaes & Walkabouts

 

Joint Blues

The dark night is coming 

that enters slowly,

One more and this one 

will be the talk of the town,

without a soul to push it, 

or resistance to dribble, 

all inert, a bewilderment, 

Of politics and wind

not a verse is heard, 

Only the old oak tree 

In a sepulchral lament

vshh vshh

The dripping of the radiator, 

and the tic tac alarm clock

 annoys without pausing

Removing protagonism 

to the thirsty journalist

About the sad episode 

of an apparent end,

bloodless,

of hatred, chloroform,

extraordinary meeting, 

 and the prophets of elections, 

distribute Prozac,

in side effects

neoliberals erupt

In a big bang, zás

of obscure and dense origin

Chill of vertigo power

misguided prayers and 

Ward sermons planned 

Surrounding 

What is expected

Don't delay yourself

(the curtain falls)

Media headlines 

neon, flash light

That trap your country

at dinner, 

The minister does 

not speak to the nation 

under cover of the storm,

Go, go, have dinner and sleep

Tomorrow they roar

Like the soot of the salamander

in the fire of another date,

Lacedimon and Sparta 

reject negotiations

Contraption ended,

From stability to will

Win the old ambition

Roars the old jaguar

(act of contrition)

Let the logs rekindle

In the breath of bad weather,

the fire of Halloween

Immune, pour the blues

of the man of the Rhine,

and lend nostalgia to the truth

I obey the simple 

Suggested rest,

in sweet wine, the breath 

I lean back in tone 

severe and regurgitating

while the smoke 

intoxicates the air

and I await news,

The storm cries out to 

Holy Trinity

that Justice will be served

in November, from

of Saturn's direct entry

Puke up the effect afterwards

of your actions

that in December it is kept 

A holy day

for your diarrhoea

Boiling

That I'm going to music

to parrampo and poetry

In the Ninth Symphony

After the walkabouts 

Lend

lend themselves to

what I now describe, 

The Man on the Rhine

Go rock me!