My city

sometimes

I see the city

away from eleventh floor

the avenues are lost

at eleven o’clock

time is scarce

the departure is set

the buildings wake up

I see the lights

star-liki points

domed asteroids

potent supersonic motors

traces of brilliance

bombarding the universe

sometimes

near by the city

the dusty is the same

the creature is the same

the souls diverge

sex is fun
along the hills

against the barriers

prohibition or not

you know

in the city

sometimes

whatever.

Mozart

Translated by Dr. Ines Shaw, April 2011.

METROPOLIS

nocturnal eyes watch

the drizzle over the big city

from high up a building

a cheap motel sighs

a suburban anti-hero

does not belong to any class

he is class-less

a study in life learning violence

nicotine punch, alcohol and

something else

on his belt a thousand-one corrupted virtues

aberrations visions perceptions holy cow

in the shadow of his favorite cover

he is hiding from himself

scent-less despising the garbage

from which he survives

he crosses bridges of thoughts

one day

he’ll end up on someone’s head

whoever gave birth will flee

here lies the weather vain

the rudder of helms

locked up

he will moor behind

the multitudes

in the recesses of the underground

in the underbelly of the metropolis

below the drizzle

and the cheap motel

the city swallows up these men.

Sérgio Gerônimo

Translated by Dr. Ines Shaw, April 2011.