Wednesday, December 12, 2012

stătut

plisc închis
supus firav bătând în far
amar hotar.

şi totu-i bun când nu-i
că'tând  întâiul, ce-l dintâi
pierit în tină. cui?
 să i te plângi,
să spui, să zici?

năcazu'-i bun, amar şi
ferecat.
 scris pe voi veline
plictis de sine.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

geru-ţi ţine mintea-n loc

'lunecă lopata cu scrâştet amar
mânată de vorbe-ngheţate
uitate-n cap din  cuget dispar
ori el doar nu vrea să se-arate.

că nu-i bucurie să uiţi ce nu ştii
sau înţeles-ai vreodată?
rotund ca un om de zăpadă te ţii
arunci cu omăt viaţa toată.

plimbare pe sat cu urechi înţepate
nu-i frig cât e chin să-auzi adunate
şi vrei  nu mori de oftică
acum că zăpada intrat-a-n politică.


Sunday, October 21, 2012

maRo' s autumn




here somewhere was the time
floating in it's  own way
and cloth blood was brown.

sunheat fought with acid
' who can burn better the ground? '
so it can can become brown.

water withdrew aside
so worms could see better 
that  blue turned into brown.

becoming blind  from clear green
which later froze the yellow steam
 stroke me  with a filthy a dream
that i belonged.

but then i fell, 
and turning clocks, inspite pink joy and reddish hell
closed my sights and locked them.
Go ahead, try feeling  somehow better!
 now that you're  down under brown.












Saturday, October 20, 2012

stai drept



câte-n lună şi-n stele se referă la stele. ălea de pe cer în principiu.
şi cerul e ăla de sus, trebuie să-ţi dai capul pe spate ca să-l vezi.
gravitaţia are treabă doar cu capul nostru, stelele rămân acolo.
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Friday, March 2, 2012

Understory from the Ground

Here’s a story from the underground.

It’s called “Understory from the Ground”.

We were fishing apples and drinking limes. And there was peace above us. And there was also love. And Courbet was painting you and I was jealous.

You made it sound like a poetry because singing wasn’t invented. Yeats was laughing and Brâncusi wasn’t born yet. That’s what made it so great for me to feel you beneath my touch.

Mud is furniture for the leaves, don’t let anybody describe it to you otherwise!

I write big so you can read myself.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

new year recipe

a big knife blender: you press the button and you leave your fingers inside.

If that doesn’t work try fall in love.