Agostinho blows all his dough on spoiled
Go-go dancers and nightclub shows, strippers,
insolent whores, sex workers, as they say
for decency's sake. He eats chicken boiled,
then sautéed in rosemary olive oil.
For what is money worth, scuba flippers,
optical cognitive research display,
retinal imaging, near-diffraction.
Tranquility simply makes his blood boil,
holding chaos, the suchness of a flame,
endlessly flickering, uncertainty
Gathers dust, emptiness within a frame,
arrives at unpredictability,
burning both ends without liquefaction.
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