I didn't even see it right.
It ran by me very fast,
in the blink of an eye.
A Curupira.
Feet turned backwards,
in the wrong direction.
Or, rather...
wasn't a Jazz man?
A vírus coronal?
A scrotum virus?
A chimera,
a mistake of nature.
It has an acid sulfidric scent.
Wasn'it a Piracuru?
Racupiru, Cupiruar, Pracuiru, Pricurua, Arpirucu?
Did it have a tail?
Was it sucking a mango?
Mortals can't see a legend.
Maestro, please, stop this shit, of
Crirupua, cripurua, criruapu, ripuruca, prirurucu
Pirarucu, Rapicuru, Cururapi, Piruracu, Raripucu, Iraprucu?
ha! poet
you know nothing
of Rapicuru.

Your critique please.

Welcome to the pigpen, we are always happy to have new members.  

Please be advised that you must first offer feedback on other member’s poetry in the workshops before posting your own poetry in the workshops.  Feedback before poetry, always.  Please catch up.  

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