sâmbătă, 27 octombrie 2012

Robot... be! be.. be...

There's a truck rolling on the street
went over his yard once
trashed it all
in was meaningless and cruel
mostly cruel
-And then you met me?
-Reach out: red_2909_G
and grab it: right arrow with half a star
scene: unknown
chart: from up above
-...so what am I to you?
-The endless load of fresh air
finally
-Fall off a single pixel: ? Impossible? Ever??
-Not now, dear! Hand me my tea! The one I showed you!! Go!!!

Answer before proposal

The joy of blaming
the welfare of despise
the thrill of supposing you're being taken advantage of
the dearest pleasure: to refuse
just like my wiser said:
Had it been a healthy, strong soul
my other road would have shouted: Hurray!
instead, his eyes went brittle and hysterical
What he could though, open his mouth excited
in the morning air
he didn't

marți, 21 august 2012

Reckless

There's an extremely tall difference between
dying
and
being erased from the Existence itself
there's a third state too
a walking dead could tell you it's most painful
funerals guarantee the chance for burial
for growing into a tree, then
be spread with the wind
new seed or gas or waters, then cloud and
life again, here and There
I for one don't know any
vanished forever
must have been the asset of ancient times of
gods, fairies and witches
or human is simply more
than goblin, pegasus, cyclops, moira, medusa or elf
the only most certainly real and impossible to undo
easiest to cast to
your kind: the already hurt
masters in erasing the Existence
and burying tomorrow
from the height of their career
exquisite crime scene preservers

give now mountains of gold
for the small piece of wood
light some fire
quiet wooden horsy blind


sâmbătă, 4 august 2012

He had dreamt about this moment
his entire life
he had been picturing a perfectly simple white veil
the mild wind with a few rain drops coming down
for abundance
the blue garter somewhere up on the leg
the greek style white dress as long as the aisle
no, longer, leaning on the church's stairs
no, longer, across the streets and avenues
over and around the hills behind his home
but
from somewhere else far away
something is suddenly pulling it all
silk and lace and priest
rives and drags the bodies out of the monastery
in blood 
on the stairs and streets and avenues and hills and inside his home
where
now you can hear from the street
a voice screaming from the bedroom "yes! yes!" and
another from the basement shouting the same



marți, 24 iulie 2012

Dream, no fairy

I was walking down the aisle
last night
in your bed
"Don't come back without
the dragon's head!
Sleigh it in between the sheets
like
last didn't have time to
as others just never could
lie it's heart on the pillow and
drop its eye in my night gown
for it should open wide next morning
see our future through
two silver happy tears"

sâmbătă, 21 aprilie 2012

I thee wed

I've just finished...drained, swept!
750 ml of cherry compote
he he.. he... one can't get drunk from that
can they ?! then again,
I've been in severe pain for the past years, so..

I was having some trouble with a toe nail earlier tonight
...my dad helps my mom with that
ever since I can remember
with polishing her shoes too
your embrace is the only pain killer
that works on me
your voice,
my personal brand of drugs

...she took care of him after his surgery
she walked the way to the hospital back and forth while
fighting her own excruciating bone problems
I'm a control freak, but
having your baby seems safe

remember that land on the hills
you wanted to buy and build
our home on
I can not stop looking at the clouds
imagining some sort of ray that
could take my thoughts to you
I do not know when to give up so
maybe I am not an honorable person
I love you and I know you
...not knowing which one's bigger
come back home with me
be happy for the first time in
our lives

miercuri, 11 aprilie 2012

Afraid

Mother,
your frozen milk
thickens my veins these days
Father,
your voice does the same
small broken islands of each
caress my blood,
brush it with love and
call it home from the playground
for supper
My blood rejoices and
too heavy now
brakes into pieces the doll house chair
Dad!
Mom!!
seated on the floor
I accept my plate and the glass
your table and your chairs
grow taller and taller
my blood smiles
walks its path slower
to be able to grasp as much as possible of
the details of your sight
barely flows anymore
only ticking then
it stops
as I desperately desire to stand still
...maybe this will help!...