Someone

"Someone was before me at my water-trough". 

D.H. Lawrence

Waiting for my turn,

Waiting for my attorney to come

And speak in my place.

My words are devoid of language,

Outrage in the calling specter of verbiage.

I am a foreigner in my mother tongue,

I am an islander outside of my own.

I am Socrates.

I think of Socrates as if I was Socrates.

 And then I think of Socrates. And I think of me.

Em-haver

Il a bon bec.

Houve-se com ela. Houve-se muito bem com ela.

Há travessa.

Há travessas.

Há travessas do lado de lá,

Transversar, traversar.

Um poema que se pensou “em-haver”, começa com transa e termina com verso. 

Trans + versus