brazil

it was word of mouth and candy
ageing rock stars
swollen boobies
a perfect plan
so perfect it looked impossible
and yet there was us

talking about absent parents
insane relatives
and truffle oil
how damn good it smells
how damn expensive it is

one bed like a x'mas tree
five hats and a cat
dirty feet
love to spare

it was a perfect weekend
the beginning of the end
or maybe the end of the beginning
there was love and dust to spare

sneaking free sandwiches
and bottled water
just being there
knowing a long summer
and an even longer winter
were coming up

knowing that no matter what
we would always have brazil



norbert norris (New Haven, CT, 1977)

you say explode

the red wine was a pouring in a whirlwind binge
soy sprouts and foul mouthed outbursts,
icicle! popsicle! bicycle! rats!

the tension building upon the tension in a fringe
must be the poetry of lonesome short skirts,
tonsils! advil! Brazil! maps!

you say explode
the way you say things when you matter-of-factly mean it
google! goggles! giggles! fuck.

it all goes kaboom when the summer's in bloom
your ass no longer mine, now Zagat rated
you say explode

the way you say things when in your please-all mode
the mode you say things when it doesn't go your way
still, I rather go to a bring-your-own-beer kind of venue

you say explode, I say yeah!
it all goes down the drain; banal expectations of a normal life
anal perspiration when hostile cruelty is rife

not uncommon, by the way, building up to 7200 degrees
you say explode, sucker
and when that happens, sadly, it all goes stale


norbert norris (New Haven, CT, 1977)