Bruno Pierri Galvao

I am everything.

You are part of me.

We must live together.

Let us live in peace.

I must make that happen.

Shall we begin?

Sickness coats my tongue. Living crumbles in the corners of the mind.

Everything stays. Images poison the present. Hope awakens the future.

What I see rots the inside. Sticks to the memory eroding and making it heavy; two coats.

Little do I know. The ocean fathoms. Measurement eludes the vision to impairment.

Death invades my privacy.

Conundrum twists my jaw in half.

Morbid children laugh at my soul.

The eye, oh the eyes. They don’t stop looking at me.

I do what I am? Nausea spills on the decaying mind.

Stillness evades. God persecutes. Fear laughs. Bruno drops.

Tortured is heavy with meaning. Nothing prevails.

The veins swallow getting ready for another tantrum.

Retreat back. Forest lingers with broken souls.

Spot heavy the friends force. Gravity holds the sanity leaving that which cannot be held adrift.

Woke up today with happiness on my mind. Infiltrating every corner and hidden area there is.

Overflowing happiness. The rush. Wild waves of endomorphins. One thing triggers the next.

And before you know it. I was having a great day. But considerate as I have become.

My aim is to keep that state of mind forever. How? With great control.

Baby steps. All the way, into the light. Climbing the steps to paradise. Never losing sight of the light.

I write this with my eyes closed. Flying high always the same height from the ground, I travel through lands of green hills.

Up and down. Up and down. Through the billows of a fantasy land. As if following a wave pattern. Maybe the waves of trance.

Sometimes I see and object or two. Not to give much attention or desire I continue without hesitation.

Completely bodiles, just essence, I roam.

Night suave, inspiring drifty noir air

Calling upon the city pigeons

Too busy with balancing their bodies on stone structures

Quiver in the city snow

Dazed and confused from the city water

Intoxicated from the thousand of city walkers who trample them down everyday

Balance. Balance. Balance…

Fall and fly.

Land on electricity wires. Eat from garbage. Develop humans’ greed on your back.

Tremble.

Balance. Balance. Balance…

Fall and fly.

Walk a step.

A thousand objects.

A trillion atoms.

A few thoughts.

Various connections.

Cells multiplying.

Blood pumping.

Life breeding.

Death claiming.

Light reaching.

Chemicals reacting.

Secrets holding.

Energy working.

Things existing interchangeably.

Air immersing.

Smell suppressing.

Filthy things jumping at you.

Mother interrupts: Go to Church

Tongue drops, rolls out limp for a few yards

Ugly flowers shrimp out of the taste buds and shrivel out

Weeds take ground.

Fumes leak out of the obnoxious enlarged nose.

Ignited from within, smoke trebles the air.

Fire shrooms out the mouth leading way to the infected falling abscess teeth

Tongue dislocates. Bacteria breeds. Mouth rots. Skin drops.

Nose stinks. Bone protrudes. Face asphyxiated begins to flake.

We are evil people. we go out in the night. evil deeds thrown by insanity and spun into reality.

acts of obscenity done with purpose. individuals destroyed. People killed. Others hurt.

You only see their acts done. Appropriated with the fuck-you finger they fuck the world with one leg.

What should I do, I ask. Injured by myself and the world. Sensitized. Open wound that never heals or seals.

Should I?