Brazil

In the county of poetry there is only sunset and dawn
In the county of poetry no one has anyshoes on
In the county of poetry the sidewalks are skin
the roads aretwo soft lips sucking on the pretty cars
spitting them out on to the beach
into the stars

In the county of poetry everything is thick and nonstick
In the county of poetry there are no bricks
the windows wink and the walls are swirly
you sweat and your hair goes curly

In the county of poetry comics are politicians
and terrorists are street magicians

In the county of poetry time is for invention only
there is dancing every night
in the country of poetry and clocks all agree to change the beat every four hours

In the county of poetry language comes out of the eyes
unfurls tendrils
sweet words weave people together
In the county of poetry language untangles them
In the county of poetry the old feed the young by day and
release white doves at night


In the county of poetry Death is a pause for breath
a staccatto rattling of bones

n the county of poetry there is not two of anything
In the county of poetry no one is alone