Nicchio Teixeira
TAKEN
A snaky maze of untold, hasty trials on right
moves to make, embody my perfidious past
I've tried to run from, but eternally return to
in regret of decisions to run down dead-end
rds, w/1 body, on whims of winds that wink
at my dream my 1 dying life came w/o debt.
If I'd solved every riddle, I might've escaped
fantasies of freedom n accepted I'm blamable
for not memorizing the way it goes. My time
line is a lie, n although I need those I've used
for a love of me, their bodies refuse to return
to me the way rebellious faces of my idol do.
Secretly, I want to stay lost in his realm, back
when it was too late to turn back. Conquered
grape guts trusted glassy, crystal balls led our
dance disguised. I granted him control of me
after all, I owed him my life for burying all its
burdens, w/sweet peach trails to focus on for
getting, I might've gone the other way, if only
moves to make, embody my perfidious past
I've tried to run from, but eternally return to
in regret of decisions to run down dead-end
rds, w/1 body, on whims of winds that wink
at my dream my 1 dying life came w/o debt.
If I'd solved every riddle, I might've escaped
fantasies of freedom n accepted I'm blamable
for not memorizing the way it goes. My time
line is a lie, n although I need those I've used
for a love of me, their bodies refuse to return
to me the way rebellious faces of my idol do.
Secretly, I want to stay lost in his realm, back
when it was too late to turn back. Conquered
grape guts trusted glassy, crystal balls led our
dance disguised. I granted him control of me
after all, I owed him my life for burying all its
burdens, w/sweet peach trails to focus on for
getting, I might've gone the other way, if only
The Captain & The Kid
after Elton John rocks TMS
after The Peter Pan Syndrome
He was there, and then he was not. His body was an island he hovered above.
He couldn't come away from the window for a second to right any selfishness,
no longer knowing who he was playing. Lost in thought, he would fall, & land
He couldn't come away from the window for a second to right any selfishness,
no longer knowing who he was playing. Lost in thought, he would fall, & land
was for the mind of flying birds. A death wish kept him grounded & with no-
thing to lose, making a shadow would be like losing a hand. The boy had seen
the man escape fear, following stories that grew endlessly into forgotten places
thing to lose, making a shadow would be like losing a hand. The boy had seen
the man escape fear, following stories that grew endlessly into forgotten places
where only he could callously chew up flesh & bone, as if it were scrap metal,
with no thought except to his own cleverness. Such cunning gave him a map
to jet & rocket away from x acorn bells, abandoned fairytales & mother's corp-
with no thought except to his own cleverness. Such cunning gave him a map
to jet & rocket away from x acorn bells, abandoned fairytales & mother's corp-
oral attachments that make old men tick. So, he'd walk the plank off the 'bus,
unafraid of what followed, trusting in all pigments of an Indian sunset image-
i-nation. It's hard to swallow that one smiles at an alarm clock when locks turn
unafraid of what followed, trusting in all pigments of an Indian sunset image-
i-nation. It's hard to swallow that one smiles at an alarm clock when locks turn
as white as little lies that flow like eternal fountains, & it's as easy for an adult
to lie to a child as it is for a child to clap for a lie, & with the parade of pirated
mermaid-charming voices on how to cheat death, from which angry, scratchy,
to lie to a child as it is for a child to clap for a lie, & with the parade of pirated
mermaid-charming voices on how to cheat death, from which angry, scratchy,
goat's throat it actually came from mattered as much as whether anti-aging was
life-defying. Happy thoughts could manifest & you too could fly in a pig's eye.
What's up in the air could go out the window, but looking down, he turned back.
life-defying. Happy thoughts could manifest & you too could fly in a pig's eye.
What's up in the air could go out the window, but looking down, he turned back.
In reflection, off the face chained to his pocket, he watched his tiny light dance
sprightly across his walls, & under a veil of shadow, tears swelled, thinking on
others' refusal to invest in bonds as he had done. It was hard not to be jealous.
sprightly across his walls, & under a veil of shadow, tears swelled, thinking on
others' refusal to invest in bonds as he had done. It was hard not to be jealous.
Only a tiger lily could poison a dog with beckoning calls of salty, mad waters un-
traversable for the lost who miss no one. Wind took hold & he shut the iron bars
of the window & hooked the lock in with an iron fist. While he meant well, with
traversable for the lost who miss no one. Wind took hold & he shut the iron bars
of the window & hooked the lock in with an iron fist. While he meant well, with
so many disappointed in him, he had grown a shadow of doubt in painted souls
sewn into empty skies. Just there, on the corner of his mouth, rested one single
crocodile tear, formed for the cook that chased crowing crowns blind to ballads
sewn into empty skies. Just there, on the corner of his mouth, rested one single
crocodile tear, formed for the cook that chased crowing crowns blind to ballads
but heard beatings of the tom-tom & the shots of long tom & still reproduced.
He had thrived in spring & when tides were highest, he played in buds brave &
proud & unforgiving of the hunt. When the tides were low, he fed boredom by
He had thrived in spring & when tides were highest, he played in buds brave &
proud & unforgiving of the hunt. When the tides were low, he fed boredom by
throwing young rocks to rippling scales so that admirers scrubbed him & his crews'
bitter-nut fingers, kept him up in house, & put away pots & kettles, whose whistles
ceased after losing steam. Forever waiting on him, all wanted the prodigy tied down,
bitter-nut fingers, kept him up in house, & put away pots & kettles, whose whistles
ceased after losing steam. Forever waiting on him, all wanted the prodigy tied down,
while the old man was in the doghouse wondering what he'd done wrong once again.
No one knew his true name, though he had given such darling ones to his kin, & some-
how, just as he couldn't recall who was captain anymore, he forgot why he was crying–
No one knew his true name, though he had given such darling ones to his kin, & some-
how, just as he couldn't recall who was captain anymore, he forgot why he was crying–
whether it was his lunch or an empty garden, & carelessness was unforgivable. Never-
the-less, dressed to the cat's nine tails, his body was sure to impose admiration & fear
as rust on the hook of the lock of the window's bars would form & beg to be opened
by him alone.
the-less, dressed to the cat's nine tails, his body was sure to impose admiration & fear
as rust on the hook of the lock of the window's bars would form & beg to be opened
by him alone.
ANOTHER GRIM ACE
Curious brat's got my tongue on how to spell
out I'm no fairy, 'scept I collect frog figures for
each man that I've kissed, hoping he'd change.
Into? Then came you, who saw them & retorted
well, I'm no prince – I’m a king. Sprung, charmed,
I threw you up against my walls. W/cold irony,
You're a witch! you alleged, & I fell for it. Verses
spun curses. Violent devotion's too little. Late,
I trade promises, playthings, promises, so you'll go
round table & come around, biblically sleeping
on my bibulous pillows. Mannered manners a-
side, I crash from a smash. I die wild for a spell
sung as a lullaby for a, well, bucket, crown, cage,
ugh! I waited. on you. for. coronation? I dropped
the ball first. Yeah, king of Frogs! I shoulda replied
if I only knew the royal pain mixed-up positions
cast in stone would cost us both. Transformation
comes w/Time, True, only one must lose oneself
to retrieve golden spoils in water. No? Off you go
to land, I release you – of my spell? Praise the day!
out I'm no fairy, 'scept I collect frog figures for
each man that I've kissed, hoping he'd change.
Into? Then came you, who saw them & retorted
well, I'm no prince – I’m a king. Sprung, charmed,
I threw you up against my walls. W/cold irony,
You're a witch! you alleged, & I fell for it. Verses
spun curses. Violent devotion's too little. Late,
I trade promises, playthings, promises, so you'll go
round table & come around, biblically sleeping
on my bibulous pillows. Mannered manners a-
side, I crash from a smash. I die wild for a spell
sung as a lullaby for a, well, bucket, crown, cage,
ugh! I waited. on you. for. coronation? I dropped
the ball first. Yeah, king of Frogs! I shoulda replied
if I only knew the royal pain mixed-up positions
cast in stone would cost us both. Transformation
comes w/Time, True, only one must lose oneself
to retrieve golden spoils in water. No? Off you go
to land, I release you – of my spell? Praise the day!
