to leave? or not to leave?
Azi plec! In jur tacere-i… Ma dezlipesc de patul cu arici
si ma gandesc la cum as face plici
durerei.
Furtuna a-nceput cand plec, pereti se scorojesc intr-una,
mi-arunca sufletul. Totuna!
Ii parasesc.
Si unghiul plange dupa mine, e coltul meu cel pedepsit
si-n el eu parca am simtit
famine.
Mai sunt si doi care ma mint, se-nvart in cer, tzipa si cer
doar doua clipe ca, stingher,
sa ma framant.
Deja am rupt din mine tot, am membre pseudo-carnale
cu degete sprituale…
Copil netot!
Ma misc doar in idei si umbre, ma sprijin de perete nou,
suspin in colt lang-un tablou.
Ce chipuri nude!
Azi am sa plec si i-am lasat si-acum zambesc pana la lacrimi
ca doar dupa peretele de patimi
ma simt casat.
Vopsesc un nou perete azi ce nu-i va semana deloc
si-mi fac din el un zeu netot,
scapat de orice razii.
Iar coltu-i e in doua nuante, vopseaua-i se prelinge,
ideea de profan se stinge.
Posed noi clantze!
Portrait
lentilele ochelarilor nu le mai sterge
caci n-a avut
privind adanc prin sticla geamului din baie
surade scurt
cand framanta noroi in palme
era ca un copil plapand
acum analizeaza oase
si dinti cazand
nebun, chiar paranoic poate
aduna cioburi de prin falci
contempla un pseudopod
cojeste melci
un om normal, nimic deosebit
poseda o mica oglinda
isi sterge ramele timid
gandind la microscopul din retina
British accent: Nasty
They told me not to do it! They even told me I cannot do it, that I could never do it! Well, wrong! Do you know the sound that your brain makes when the information that reaches it states you were wrong? It’s just as playing a game (for instance Want to be a billionaire?) only it’s louder and impossible to stand…
I’ve been having a revelation like this since forever. It’s just diiiiing! and then stop…think…analyze…let go…stop! Your thoughts are playing walkie talkie with you. Send data get info…input:output. All that chemistry is just like learning antonyms in school.
Remember that English teacher in primary? The one that made you pronounce all words with a sense of full responsibility for what you are saying? Like you had to swear to tell only the truth, no faults, no second chance… Like the future depended on your homework, on the addiction to your homework… Never would it have crossed your mind that sometimes maybe you will have fantasies about your teacher tied to the blackboard and still teaching… Come to think about it, that is the place where we all learn that nasty old British accent! The future of your thoughts, the liberty of your spirit, they all lie in the state of non awareness when leaning to actually talk like the British: about sun and rain, tea and parks, dogs and palaces, death and beer, being drunk and pissing… It actually gets worse everyday. And now who’s talking about ignorance?
