go to hell you chicks
go to hell you chicks.
THE MATCH
We jump over the fence to see the match
THE BOTTLE OF WINE
it’s as if I met you somewhere man
POEMS
raise from water
I’ll drink you till my lips touch
I TRY TO RUN
the trees are tangling
THE FINAL EDITION
I extract a poem from my heart
THE POSTER
I saw myself on a poster spleshed with mud
THE CHICK’S PLAY
when hardly dressed
you make us believe it’s spring
you jump in the street
till the night falls
till the moon appears and you crush it
like a can
one two one two
bang and once again
till the shadow of the earth is flattening
Oh! you damn shrews
the whole universe breaths in you
and suddenly we become funny
like the bodies in an anatomy lab
I lost my body form and my
ideas shape
all these are flat
I slip through the others’ fingers like
milimetrical paper
that records my heart beatings
but you don’t care
you always jump giggling from east to west
the human flatness means nothing to you
and you press us in jars with alcohol
among toads
rats bugs
a beam is stabbing its yellow spear in
my eyes
and what a pitty we lost our identity
we are all alike
as two drops of alcohol
until when you’re gonna play with
our existence, treading us
once and once again
We’ve got no money
We jump over the fence that separates my heart
from the heart of the moon
the shadow is draining drop by drop
until we become non-existent
up to until that for
he that makes his bed ill, lies there, you sleepy
o la la you don’t give up
you mounted that wall like a night bird
and you look at the stand
unrest nothing to eat
a fatman is gulping desperately like in an
emergency
hot-dogs, peanuts, bretzels, ice-cream, seeds
you stay in front of the sun
that pleased me free
I try to mount the wall crushed fingers
back torn trousers and suddenly
the stand bursts like a vulcano
somebody scored a goal
somebody changed the fate of the world
only in a few seconds
the audience is howling
the air is so full of howls that
the birds have got no place to fly
the leaves can’t fall anymore
being hung up in the air...
in this world or on the other one
I can see the hell in your eyes
until it’s getting dark
until you can’t see the bottle of wine anymore
your brain is taken from the head and put
into a glass of water
what a mug what a cunning mug you may
have man
looking at me with your puffed face
because of too much drink
you pretend to be a philosopher chewing
your cigarrette
it’s as if I met you some where
with this confuse rhetorics
you ask me to follow you in the own library
with its shelves raising to the sky
I put one foot on the books and then another one
I mount like an alpinist
I catch god’s leg
such a luck such a big crazy desire of living
the mirror I’m looking in is dilating
going through the universe
but forgive my daring
it’s as if I met you somewhere man.
image of death
I wanted to make a colony of birds
from your face
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forgiven
the bitter yeast of the things
and the winter wind is blowing the
dark hair
I try to run out of time
I sleep and fall into my own pain
the sun turns red
then black
after all the surroundings
don’t matter any more...
with a corkscrew
the final edition of my life
will be written again
scrawled with a marker by a clumsy hand
I saw myself on a poster read by blinds
propping white walking sticks.
(Traducere de Sînziana BADEA)
