Poem Shards
 
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sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . .
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these broken things
seem more like poetry
than the ones that he 'fixed'
so that the teacher would like them.


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 The Brazillian: a story of how you can run . . . but you can't ever hide!

 Bill Perilli, 
  of Natick, 
    is the
 writer of all
 of the things 
 on this blog.



In The Brazilian our crooked narrator thought he'd figured it all out,
perfect house, perfect theft, perfect alibi
but when they know, they know.
There is another court: your conscience.
And the one at the court house.
But the one that hounds you . . . that seeks you out . . .
it needs no walls.
All it needs is wind and rain.
It's coming to get the iniquitous.

But can you buy it off?
If you face it? Will it talk reasonably?
Or did this golem get summoned by means
supernaturally, psychologically based:
the guilty man summons his own golem to
take revenge on himself for his own sins?
The very definition of mental illness?
But gollumns that one creates from one's own mind
don't shoot at you within the confounds of a train station
in San Pedro del Sur, Costa della playa con lon montanas.
The Matta Grossa.
The Jungles of Brazil.
You can run . . .
the wind will always know where to find you.

Is the story too dark?
Does it need to be given some light?
Well, that is only one aspect of the story.
There is also that he is longing for a father 
because his Dad ran away.
But then, goes looking for his dad and he gets
a dose of the bad Karma that his dad had created by
also being a thief.
Payback is a bee-aach unto 3 generations . . .