Jon Marcantoni

 

 

 

Gato Barbier "Zelao" from Third World

Hit me! Through the heart

Three beats

Bam

The world crumbles

While feet

Burn

Babies cry

And Jesus weeps

Bam

Junkies overdose

Down the alleys

Of America

Meth-fueled

Dream addicted

Will we see the light soon

Or

    darkness

                     falls

            notes

      ring

And

Bam
You're already late

Slam went the door

Which resounds

In the aftermath

Of that high that makes you wet

The high that lets you live

The high that feeds that belly

Fat on corn and oil and Uncle Sam's promises

Got you convinced there is nothing more

Nowhere on Earth as good as here

If this paradise cuts you deep

Let the blood creep

The

      fault

              is

       your

Own

Success in this land

Is the measure, man

The measure of a life's worth

Take that hit

Love that pipe

Let all your failures fade away

Ears ringing

Soul dying

Bam went my heart

The day you believed in me

Bam went my heart

The day I stopped believing in you

There is no cure

There is only noise

What my life has come to

Bam

       went

 

 "Antonio das Mortas"  from Third World

 

Summer winds

The pier never looked

As gold

As when I saw it in your eyes

Waves climb the support beam

Finger climb your thigh

Palm your waist

The sun sending flares across
purple clouds

Across

Silver plumes

Across

Your auburn hair

Or is it maroon

Like the sex between your legs

The sex that makes me beg

For one touch

One glance

Those lips

Those dimples

And when the sun
hits the sea

The light ascends

An orange wave

Envelopes

Water climbs the support beam

Fingers climb your torso

Water turns to fire

Hand on the neck

Lips hovering

Water spills over

Eyes close

All the rest

                  lives

 

 "Maria Domingas" from Under Fire

 

Did we meet

On a dance floor

As the tempo kicked up

Or was it an interlude

Of guitar

Piano

words unsaid

Did we meet

In a room

I could only see

Your reflection

you mine

In a mirror

Adjacent

To my date’s head

Did we meet

Under stars

at high noon

When we met

Did we share words

Did we dance

Did we merely look

Can I confess

I was

in the middle

of a desert

Without direction

Without purpose

Lost to the point of

Delirium

Then we met

I awoke

           And

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