elegy by bruno neiva

(in memory of victor esteban celeiro)

noir coffee spilled over the newspaper
we talked for hours, jobless hours

about borders, coups and the icelandic landscape
jef costello was brought into the conversation,

combed hair and smart suit – holding a gun,
bluish stare over greyish glare

the talk went on at full tilt,
it was writ large all over us

that old films and faraway countries
wouldn’t bring us any new prospects

(though there’s no denying that hugo
barrett has set a table before us sometime in 63)

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About bruno neiva

bruno neiva is a Portuguese artist, poet and writer based in Spain. Recently he has published averbaldraftsone&otherstories in Britain through KFS. He's currently running with English poet Paul Hawkins the cut-up poetry collaborative project Servant Drone. Check out his blogs at Blogspot and Tumblr.

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