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Poemas 

 

com maiakovski 
                     meu mestre 
                                    aprendi 
                                              que a vida 
                                                                 está pela 7 
                  com maia
                         kovski 
                               meu 
                  mestre 
                                  aprendi 
a part 
            ir o verso 
                    sabendo 
                             que o poema 
                                               jamais vem 
                             ou sobrevém
                                               da bola tonta
                                                                                que 
escorre
          mas sim 
como as
           palavras 
                           da bola que sabe 
                                                         qdo 
                                                         onde 
                                                         como 
                                                         por que 
morre 
com maiakovski 
                    meu mestre 
                                   aprendi a destreza do taco 
o sentido exato 
                     do poema 
                                  direcionado 
                                                 com maiakovski 
                     meu mestre
                apreendi 
                            justo existir 
                                            proeza breve 
                               susto 
                que resvala 
                           de dentro 
                                   (d)efeito à toa 
            de bola fora 
                                   que desvairada 
              do centro voa 
                                                        bola 
                                                  laica 
                                        assassinada 
         lou'cabala 
                  descuidada 
                                             bola-bólido 
                            que embola 
                                         e explode 
                                                      nas entranhas 
                                          sólido 
                                     sol de passagem 
                                                           desarvorado 
                                        fora de centro 
                       viagem em vão 
                                        voragem 
                                                 que nas estranjas
sacode 
                          os dentros e adentros do suicidado 
com maiakovski 
                    meu mestre 
                                   aprendi 
                              que 
                                   bola de marfim 
                   a revolução 
                                   é o não 
                                             no centro do sim 
                                   é força extrema 
                                             e ancha 
                   e como o poema 
                             não está na concha 
                                                         mas na gema 
com meu taco 
                   com maiakovski 
                                             aprendi 
                                                              a esgrimar palavras 
a dar rumo 
                   e velocidade 
                                   quem diria 
                                                       às bolas 
                                                       ao sexo 
                   e à poesia 
fêmea caprichosa
                                            aprendi
                   a espantar o tédio 
                                            não com rosas 
mas com a emoção 
                               da vida e seu ofício 
                                                           vodka 
                                                           trabalho 
                                                           bilhar 
                                                           trabalho 
                                                           fumo 
                                                           trabalho 
                                                           conas 
                                                           trabalho 
                                                           porradas 
                                              e o prazer 
                                 do sacrifício 
com maiakovski 
                    meu mestre 
                                            aprendi que o poema 
                                                  é bicho sestroso 
                    é mesa de bilhar 
           macio e perigoso 
                                      estrôncio há 
                                      há sob o verde 
                                      ah 
                 núcleo 
                         átomo 
        campo 
                minado 
                                 com 
                         mkvsk
                                 m mstr 
                 aprnd 
                                             explo 
                                                                         o vrs 
o verso 
           como o taco 
                           um estopim 
                                             onde se arrisca 
           a ex-pl-o-s-~a-o 
                                             de cada 
                                    palavra-bola
com 
maia
koviski 
                       meu mestre 
                       aprendi que 
                                           como o poema 
                                           e o bilhar 
                       viver 
                       é 
                       vício 
                                e compromisso 
                                                                         e ninguém escapa 
                                                                   da 7 
                                                        e da sorte 
                                                  da 7 
                                      e da morte
                             inserta 
na caçapa 
                             mas aprendi também
                                                     a tentar 
                                                                outras bolas 
                                                     a bater 
                                                                forte 
                                                                         abater outras 7 
                                                  e outras e outras e outras 
                               às vezes fácil 
                                                 às veses físsil 
             estrôncio há 
                           há sob o verde ah 
                                                     salto sobre a mesa minada 
— este o ofício.

Ronaldo Werneck