Poemas da Terra Nova II

Mixed foods; mixed tastes;
the salt and the bell peppers,
drawn in a piece of paper.

The hoods and the waste;
the spreading innocence of beggars,
pawns redeemed by hunger, misplaced.

Pawns of the hills,
children of the night,
forgotten sons of orgasmic chills,
orphans of their men-given rights.

San Francisco, April 17th, 2008

Photo: Ron Niebrugge