•decembrie 26, 2012 • Scrie un comentariu
I had a dream last night,
swallowing, through sealed eyelids,
the blue, harsh darkness between half past one
it seems I was somewhere
I’ve never been before:
a whale’s mouth-
so familiar and yet, so strange to me.
I saw Lisbon’s streets and markets once again-
shining like jewels, as white as the flesh,
sparkling like flying fish.
I saw someone, wandering
-no shadow, only a white, pearly immensity,
palm trees and breeze and snails and fado-
I felt I had to scream, but couldn’t-
didn’t want, I guess, to brake the mercury surface,
the silvery shade trembling on things
so I sat there, breathlessly-
-”so tell me now,are you ready to die?”-
touching the orb one more time,
feeling the intense velvet of the sky on my skin,
and the blue, beautiful veins of the city
entered my veins
and the pale flesh of its streets
penetrated my flesh.
and I woke up.
as I said, it was three o’clock in the morning:
no flags, no trumptes, no glory.
only the true, naked, warm,
clean immensity of things,
my hands, rubbing my eyes
the great silver owl
-and a wanderer.
•decembrie 21, 2012 • Un comentariu
the sumptuous transparency of light
unlocks itself from the delicate womb.
-incredulous, tiny fragments descending-
and the inclined,open, bleeding sky
and a handful of curious creatures
and a pair of hairy ears
and a bean
-and a handful of silence.
eats its own shiny ends
the neverending chanting
the white purple
warm calves and ashes
opulenent and silky noise
and the golden toes of the air-born thing
that never got a name
or a shadow.
•decembrie 15, 2012 • Scrie un comentariu
-the words are caving in-
tiny mercury wings
and a smoke pendulum-
the hour of the wolf
sharping its beautiful teeth.
dancing underneath the skin
poisonous, haunting surrender
-the deep end of the emerald.
the noise around your sound
falls into oblivion.
there is a frozen sky above us
-and a beautiful one.
•decembrie 8, 2012 • Scrie un comentariu
black poppies crawling their claws under your skin-
bewitching your senses into intoxicating desire.
the great silver owl
burning frankincense and myrrh.
beautiful white bones
exposed, translucent and pale
under the gilded opulence of moonlight.
insane deadly nightshade
dripping, hot and smoothly
oiling the inside walls of the veins
unashamedly caressing and biting,
blossoming unnamed creatures.
thick, liquid light
giving birth to shy silver snails
under datura’s shivering petals-
the night’s sharp blade cuting deep into the blood.
(the freak comes out from the hiding
wearing a glass lace mask,
barefooted and howling-
and the great owl closes its eyes.)
•decembrie 1, 2012 • Scrie un comentariu
enclosed ina glass prison
like a marble whale
toothless and blind and pure
four pairs of wings and three pairs of claws
smooth and soft as lilies
glowing merciless like a mercury nightmare.
the night’s mouth’s wide open
waiting to swallow you, dark clown
and luminous lizard.
you glide along shallow paths,
blue glass scales in your hair
and on your naked shoulders.
wordless, shapeless truth,
wandering poison, bliss and lust,
unveil yourself. appear.
•noiembrie 15, 2012 • Un comentariu
painted all over your body
smothered in ashes and crushed dates syrup
run, come, slide
fight, look, bite
smell the tips of my kite
lurid and greedy and cruel.
translucent bones and timid gaze
crush down your blue glass haze
and slip deep into mine.
lure and invite
posses and destroy and divide
lick your wounds, your tongue heavy with sorrow
and press your fangs in the dawn of tomorrow.
•noiembrie 10, 2012 • 4 comentarii
stained magnifying glass
the blue bells of the cathedral
dying of cholera.
blind dogs chasing the blue pieces falling from the steeple,
climbing on the headless virgin.
old women covered in silk
kissing the holy stone feet,
pouring oil and blood and scents upon them-
i seek to know you.
forgive the featherless night
and drink the egg, he said
and put the shells on the lobes of your ears-
and touch the dawn’s teeth.