{"id":624,"date":"2016-12-19T08:02:18","date_gmt":"2016-12-19T07:02:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=624"},"modified":"2018-10-11T19:49:36","modified_gmt":"2018-10-11T17:49:36","slug":"poems-by-guy-da-costa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2016\/12\/poems-by-guy-da-costa\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Guy Da Costa"},"content":{"rendered":"

Image<\/strong>: “Footprint” by Conal Gallagher. Source<\/a> – CC License<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Author<\/strong>: Guy Da Costa<\/p>\n

Christmas Spirit<\/p>\n

I am not a poet and never will be.
\nI lack rhythm. My rhymes are poor and so is my poetry.
\nScroll back up or down to the last or next prodigy.
\nAlthough you shouldn\u2019t, you keep watching into me.
\nOutside I wrote my cleverest mandalas in pee
\nSpring blew them away. We could not agree.<\/p>\n

Tracks and remains are deeper in the snow
\nAnd better kissers under the mistletoe.
\nIt is Christmas and I have to let you know
\nThat with all this fondue you should pray to a crow.
\nYour car has drowned and they\u2019d help your child grow
\nIn a world of funny fumes and they will never have to row.<\/p>\n

As you join your hands thinking about Crow-Jesus
\nYou ask yourself why Santa and his circus
\nOffer life while they\u2019re as sterile as a cactus.
\nBlack feathers snuggle to Mount Olympus
\nThe crystals who now sleep in a hot bubbly mattress.
\nYou alone and happy saved the whole world and us.<\/p>\n

Snow is dying so I get in my car
\nAnd waste some gas hoping to outlive
\nThe Greatest Addressee banned from any bar.
\nI sit, change my seat again, drink and try to dry heave
\nmy pale songs of pee, bad even with a guitar.
\nI forgot to put on my licence what to believe.<\/p>\n

Snow melts and I want to be drunk Penguins.<\/p>\n

\n

From Ludlow to Eternity<\/p>\n

I have never been fond of fancied worlds
\nSo imagine how I feel about the outside one.
\nOn the way from Ludlow to Eternity
\nMy shoes went flat between
\nDixville Notch and Millsfield
\nBecause I kicked a cat. He cried booze and moonshine.<\/p>\n

My nails started bleeding and my feet
\nwere shrinking. I fell and the hairy sky
\nswam in red feathers hanged by its handy ankle.
\nI ate a lot of plums hence my blues could see
\nA veteran elephant and a bold donkey.
\nConcerned by my situation, they cut my legs off.<\/p>\n

The elephant threw me on his back.
\nHis feet wounded by grey feathers
\nweighing heavily on the ground.
\nHe was protective and carried me
\nTo an even older elephant cemetery.
\nHe crawled in a hole. I drilled the donkey.<\/p>\n

They would talk loudly about circles and lines and repeat again.
\nI met all their donkey-friends that would guide me to Eternity.
\nMy mechanic arm would stretch and once I saw a ditch.
\nThey were so obnoxious and never noticed the gap.
\nInstead of a final leap, I beheaded this jackass
\nwith anecdotal facts and only seventy dollars per year.<\/p>\n

Laying on the ground I met a companion. His name was
\nThunder Jr. and he brought me to Eternity.
\nAs I waved him away, I understood that there will always be
\nan elephant waiting for a cemetery,
\nand in the shrewdest snow lost in the crowd another donkey.
\nYet, I am still legless, hopeless and lonely.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Image: “Footprint” by Conal Gallagher. Source – CC License Author: Guy Da Costa Christmas Spirit I am not a poet and never will be. I lack rhythm. My rhymes are poor and so is my poetry. Scroll back up or down to the last or next prodigy. Although you shouldn\u2019t, you keep watching into me. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001260,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[48],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-624","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-winter16","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/624","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001260"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=624"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/624\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=624"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=624"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=624"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}