Submissions by umero_card-osso (Umero Card Osso)

I write the poetry from the ass
whose intestinal and much fecal letter
runs through the pipes
and trots through the fields, as this is,
as either horses may be, or gypsies...

it runs by the rivers, its course
my poetry is sea-horses
without bridle, without riddle
through the sewage system
runs the poop, runs the loop
of a liberty indeed obscure, all blind
my poetry is my mind
which goes along the crooked path
of a ruler
and that so many times is not read
by those who are alive
cause it delivers itself only to the dead
...

I am broke
and wanna use drugs

My pocket has a hole
and I wanna run into debt

I ran into debt
they wanna make me a hole


Úmero Card'Osso, from São José dos Campos, Brazil

In life there is too much richness
beautiful houses, first class and sober
beautiful things, snob art, from gold to copper
and you are there:
nowhere.

In life there is too much beauty
many beautiful women, flowers
too much food, taste, from love to sore
and you are so:
you ignore

In life there is too much abundance
too many buildings going on
revolved soil, temple, palace, fortress
and you are this:
apart from

In life there is too much intelligence
too many authors from Homer to Dante
and from Dante onwards,...