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luni, 23 iulie 2012

feral

our night began when we knew
we’d been given too much. it was
bitter enough for an undertaking of lovers
and sharp enough for a task of
human reason, because happiness,
the absence of fear, is not of this world.

the charge fell out like a rift in a
shared appendage, it propelled streams of
innumerable guilts inside both of us,
pulling us like an anchor
to the point where loneliness hurts most.

brutal like too selfish drowners,
we struggled in search of each one’s distant,
uncertain shore, indifferent to
the harsh dryness of sand
that lay ahead, patiently waiting
its quarry.

vineri, 20 iulie 2012

membrane

time steps with the disaffection of an incurious tourist
in this space we’ve been wrapped in.
this life that’s been stretched on us
has been taking us for granted,
this life that’s been inflicted on us
has been giving us too little air.

we’re the fatigued and unimpressed
lying on the floor in a lobby
that has long ago grown weary of us.
even the walls mock our useless chatter
with their unflattering echoes.

from this point there is no hint of novelty,
no place for curiosity, only tenuous doors
that will close and open and close
until the day when, tired of the uncaring act of waiting, 
we will have left behind
the hostile coats, the burdensome shoes, the panic
and, without knowing it,
we will have finally arrived
inside. 

joi, 19 iulie 2012

wound growers

name it culture of madness,
we name it culture of
bloodsucking dreams,
sacred territory,
our skins glued together
in the most beautiful accident
of slipping judgement.

we don’t speak of excess,
we speak of an exile that
unites us, wave to wave,
fracture to fracture,
we speak of
gardens at the frontier of life
where we learn about
the manifold types of death.

because we are made of
the air that we occupy
in possessive surges of love
and the asphalt that we crush
shapelessly,
we will be favoured by the gods.

our bodies will end
in a place where nothing is uncertain,
in some kind of afterlife,
erecting and living
a fulfilling vision
of all the insecurities of the world
made flesh.