If the suit fits…
The disco shiver
The glitz and glamour
César the madman
One of life’s livers
Make skepticism your right-hand man.
Happy new year, punks.
From humble beginnings,
great strides.
Corinthians: bicampeão mundial.
Just what the Doctor ordered.
Award season sucks.
Genius doesn’t need to explain itself.
Ballpark figure skater,
let me be your innovator.
Accept no imitations.
Don’t accept your limitations.
*
Out box,
outfox
Riding Hood and Goldilocks.
Power of three bears
to the power of three suns.
*
No pain,
no deal.
Lungs of steel
and fraught convulsions.
Finding hope in battles lost.
(The art of war is never fun.)
*
At second glance,
a second chance.
Seized without a second’s thought.
Half-moon monsoon
celebrates half-life.
*
(It feels good.)
*
And on the downslope you realise
what the world is all about.
Years spent
working out the price
of working out.
Feel the burn.
Laid to rest in a hornet’s nest.
This line of best fit was misdirected.
Bench press the gutter press
and holler to your followers.
Then find shade
for your hollow heart to wallow in.
Vavá voom.
