Lisbon
the palace gardens
are lush enough for a marquis
slow time to imperceptible ticks
lull the tongue into dull stupor
the wine is earthly sweet
speaks its own ancient tongue
surrounding flowers
bigger than flowers should ever be
fill the fragrant imaginations
tower over below more towering palms
their exotic shadows cling
hide him from who he was
when to be
are lush enough for a marquis
slow time to imperceptible ticks
lull the tongue into dull stupor
the wine is earthly sweet
speaks its own ancient tongue
surrounding flowers
bigger than flowers should ever be
fill the fragrant imaginations
tower over below more towering palms
their exotic shadows cling
hide him from who he was
when to be
away from the tagus traffic city talk exhaust
the opium poet in his blazing red speedo
dives into the still blue pool
every pigeon in lisbon circles above him
sips from its overflowing waters
struttingly know they own this creation
of sky water trees
the opium poet in his blazing red speedo
dives into the still blue pool
every pigeon in lisbon circles above him
sips from its overflowing waters
struttingly know they own this creation
of sky water trees
eavesdropping he knows
speedo knows the talk in portuguese
intimately knows the
noite e dia
sol e lua
beijo de amor
what more
speedo knows the talk in portuguese
intimately knows the
noite e dia
sol e lua
beijo de amor
what more
he leaves the young girls fussing mothers
old woman smoking her turkish cigarettes
snoring belly vodka
of her once
young lover
to speedo
old woman smoking her turkish cigarettes
snoring belly vodka
of her once
young lover
to speedo
rolling over
he barely hears her beating heart
wanting breath
JP Pestana October 13, 2016
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