The powerful who mate

The last lion left
was walking the face of the earth
with a trashed shoulder,
ok,
stumbling into lots of wrecked fur
it drags along, sure,
terrorized by huge hunger and thirst visions,
we know.
nevertheless it doesn't long for siblings,
savanna big catches or crystal clear rivers
its dreams are all about birds and seeds


It wakes up with plump partridges
between his eyelids
unfolded peacocks crowd him
along his path through cities
both the sun and clouds send millions of egrets
these days and
every time he approaches
eaves or a tree
looking for shade or shelter
these all turn into
pouring mountains of grains
oh!so many colours!
look!! see?!
wow...

Phoenix interview

I miss myself
the one hanging every day
by a spider thread
to draw signs
carve them
big
I am so close to going insane
Alzheimer is now as easy as a mass flu
...to hug that highly contagious man
leaning unconscious over the dam over there
so inviting
close at hand as a jar
of whatever


Loosing me forever?
I can easily see myself
continuously gazing at a lost moment in time
talking to you out loud, then
throwing things
quarreling about
"how could you leave like that..."
for some long years
and then dead


But it's ok
I moved to Argos, Greece and
I lately have been using this tone that
sounds deadly alluring and
colder and colder
and colder

Iacătă...

9
mai mult decat 8
mai putin insa ca 10
destul de mult
numai nu cat ar trebui
aproape, dar nu intreg
9 si-o lume schioapa in acelasi fel
unde nu te-ai astepta
de unde nu se darama daca nu este
dar putrezeste cu iz de sfincter si
ramane malos, iara
scarbosenia nu arde, deci
nu naste nimic din umedul ei

D-apoi mai stai si mai si socotesti
anume, sa necajesti ca numai pana aci stiu sa te numere?
pentru asemenea legatura cu Lumea???

Twilight premature

Is it the ones who own the riches
we, the commoners, drool at the thought of
do not value these at all?
or
Is it the supreme gifts of life are
careless, clumsy lizards
which always hop on poor heads?
or
is it that this cruel monster called life
is only used to having the time of its life
being unjust?

or is it that time
has no time to waste on
brats like me and it is so that
I permanently end up finding myself without it
or even more tragically
out of it
and missing the far away

Upside down

It's as if there were plains down in hell
It's as if Heaven had things to sell

I've been trying to forget who you are
I've been struggling not to look at your star
They said
that if you could not hear my song
you won't stand tall against it for so long

But throughout all this time
my heart
has been telling you ok
has been saying all right
has been asking you to fight
has been begging you to stay

so how come...
how on earth can my yes stand in our way???

New Year's Eve

scatter last year into glances
as a world war radio awaken in the future would
make the loud sound of this world ending burst
take my hand and
as you feel the Grand Canyon and all seas
being swept away
just close your eyes and listen

Truth be told

I mean... no, listen... you know that
in our society
youth out rates old
tall out rates short
beautiful out rates smart
so...
mine???
by mistake maybe
borrowed
for a while
or due to lack of anything else to do
This is a man of his own church
his own faith and belief
To be dared with a stick
be indicated where to hop on the
stretched strings and
when to wave a paw to the crowd
jump through burning circles and
stand on two legs
without a single roar...
this man is the beast of his circus
the, I tell you, the!
The One!

beautiful and blind
an ought to
no harm to the world
just sorrow

but what about the ancient call inside of you?