I gave them the gift of harming

Next Year

If you happen to hear

That I got punched in the face

Know it's not true

It was in fact my head

That went in first

Into their fist

The Creating Heart

Draw a curtain over the mirror

Make things that weren’t before

you made them

Existence can be such a 

fruitful beautiful experience

A child playing on the seesaw

by himself

forgetting it’s time for lunch

(The shame of throwing food

out because we’re afraid)

Anything that isn’t out is in

Allow yourself to let the

window open a little bit

Every room has lungs

Water might be tasteless

but every air has smell

Even when we can’t make

love we can make music

The only mistakes you

should laugh at are your own

We can’t all do the same thing

That’s why we do them differently

Say the same thing 3

different times in 3 different

                                           ways

pelerine, abtibilde, pokemoni

Unde fugi unde fugi

Visezi ca un rinocer intr-un carusel

ai coaste de titan si te intorci cu fata spre prag

ce te apuca

ai gulerul lat iti atinge sfoara de la gat

da-ti-o jos 

lasa pe maine pacatele astazi ai suflet

pistoalele umplele doar cu apa

daca vrei sa ai parul scurt

taie-l

daca vrei sa il ai lung

nu te du nicaieri

toate vin acum sau mai tarziu

cand iti tai unghiile sa nu uiti ca tot din tine fac parte

si oriunde la arunci sau le pastrezi

tot adn-ul tau il vor tine

pelerine, abtibilde, pokemoni

tot copil esti si cu card de credit

si cu par sub brat

daca nu-ti mai place cartoon network

apuca-te de copaci vezi cat de sus te poti cureci

cu cat mai putin te cateri cu atat mai mult ai de crescut

pune-ti coatele pe masa 

esti doar putin obosit

I really wanna burn some things

I really wanna burn some things

In a blazing fire, I really wanna burn some things

I wanna burn my faults, my fears, my what ifs

Burn all the losing lottery tickets I keep under my pillow

All these single socks, their pointless mystery and expectation

Burn all the receipts of unnecessary impulses

I wanna burn kilograms of steel

I wanna burn the helplessness I felt when help was available

I wanna burn the unconscious envy of my all friends’ success

Burn the T-shirt that I wore for the opportunity that could’ve changed my life

Burn all the cold sores and their week’s parade

I wanna burn the plane ticket for the flight I couldn’t make back home because of the crown germ

Burn the regret of ever leaving there

I wanna burn the leftover racism, sexism, homophobia my beautiful parents passed down unto me

Wanna burn all the uncomfortable conversations we’ve had that could’ve easily be solved if we listened more

Burn half the instincts that still linger with me from my careless teenage years

Burn the strict and anxious adult that I am Monday - Friday from 8 to 3

Wanna burn the callous enemies of my grandmother’s lungs

I wanna burn this year’s calendar

I wanna burn the pretentious scoffs at honest attempts

Wanna burn the resentment index I point at my passport

The unsatisfied looks I give my arms, legs, belly in the mirror

All the missed unreciprocated calls and texts

Burn my favourite shirt so I’m not afraid to stain it anymore

I wanna burn my stubborn workshop nails

I wanna burn the impatient sighs I breathe down on God’s neck

I wanna burn my daily growing cynicism

Burn all the endless jigsaws of injustice

The prejudice against the fortunate ones and their sons

The anger towards all those who don’t know better, feel better, communicate better, research better, trust better, understand better or have not had an opportunity to because of their surroundings, their environment, their parents, their teachers, their community, their circumstances, their library or lack thereof because of the powers that be

I wanna burn Moloch

And once the fire eats all this

I’ll light a candle with it

And keep it until my birthday

So I can blow my wish

Right through it

Text #2

You are a line

not the painting 

the one that binds it all together

there is no reason without thought

passion without breath or 

taking your shoes off with the laces still tied

only some beautiful things just happen

others happen because you keep trying

would it be amazing or boring

if everyone could spin plates on their noses

it won’t make sense until it does

the sunflower, the wave, the kiss 

the line not knowing where it was headed

Infinite Blue

my friend called me today

after I tried to last night

his voice was different

solemn but calm

like a hidden lake

somewhere outside a cave

he called me by my full first name

in the way that one would after not 

seeing someone since adolescence 

and now here they are in the same

retirement home

he said something happened last night

while watching the bearded men sing 

hymns and odes, prayers and chants

he looked above and closed his eyes

and there inside himself he asked

to see the light

waterfalls at the end of the forrest

warmth after an arctic expedition 

air when you reach the surface

freedom of a faultless slave

forgiveness when you wrong

he opened his eyes but

the light wasn’t there

something else did happen

what was thought to be the twinkling of a passing-by plane 

proved to be a star

this star was blinking and each time

it came back it did so

brighter and brighter

then so did another

and another

until seven of these stars

were all growing 

illuminating beacons

through the darkness of the sky

and when he looked back 

at the singing bearded men

that’s when he discovered it

“I saw an Infinite Blue

a Blue so perfect

Endless Blue

unlike any blue my eyes had ever seen 

or imagined before

bottomless ocean halo

immense clear softness

vast perpetual

and I knew then that it didn’t exist in this world

but came from somewhere else

then I felt 

the Joy

lay itself on top of me like a new bedsheet

the release of senses

a Joy more than any thick happiness 

had embellished me before 

stretched stillness, a nameless peace 

that never will I forget”

as I paused he said

“I don’t expect you to understand 

I don’t have the words to make you

the ones I need aren’t here

but they’re out there 

with that Blue”

he called his friend

who was also watching 

the men with beards singing 

to ask if he’d seen the Blue

but the friend hadn’t seen it

he told me this

then spoke of my heart

and of poor and lonely children 

with a truth in his cadence

that some old trees know of

that I felt my own was lacking

or abashed so I spoke little back

he thanked me for what I’d done for him

for the food we ate

the bed we shared 

under the roof I had

and then he said

“maybe one day you’ll find them

when everything will be ready

and tell me about them

like I did you about

Infinite Blue”

after we hung up

I thought about what happened

trying to make sense of it

and thought about my friend

how he was before today

what was in his voice

and when we’ll speak again

now it’s night

there’s no bearded men singing anymore

no recitals or petitions

my eyes are wide open

I’m checking social media

some other friend saw a line of thirty bright dots moving above

a string of satellites

Elon Musk has graced

but nothing blue

another has got his mantra

that never will he tell a soul

with it transcending somewhere 

inside alone under the ceiling and there

he is happy 

with pure colours, candles and visions

and me, I am here

standing in the garden

wearing shoes with no laces

looking at the dark sky

wondering how can I see something

x

April 13th or twelve days after

You are an object of love
Roll your eyes back
Conversations with a drunken father
Like the difference between sparkly and soda
water
Paint your nails your least favourite colour to
get used to death
If we could make love with our phones
How many secrets would it whisper
Waking up one morning being
Effortlessly happy
A boiled egg is as exciting
As the wet dreams of a twelve year old
The blessing of forgetting all your fears
Accepting a mother's Godly love
So unfiltered it would suffocate a bee
Have your coffee however you desire
It's alright to change the rules as you move along
Read the die that fell on the floor
There's no reason not to

to Alexander the sous chef

this is an old one

Lucas arts didn't invent the lightsabre okay?
We invented the lightsabre don't talk about
Lucas arts as if they're some kind of alien
broadband network they're us
Or we're them
Don' matter
You get my point anyway I'm off to lunch
I have a date with a chopstick dealer see
you later


                                                  , Aligator

PUTEREA.

Te joci cu puterea.

Îmi dai curaj să-mi fac curaj

Îmi faci rană, îmi dai bandaj

Îti dau nectar, te faci miraj

Dar când albina vine-n viraj

Tu nu-i vei gusta mierea.

As la teorie.

Făina fină-i un atu

Din ea prepar aluatul

Post modern la bloc, iar tu

Folosești Biblia drept farfurie

Ce poți să-mi dai tu mie?

Așterni pene pe arici.

Vulpea cade din copac

În gură prins un liliac

Din bumbac faci vârf de ac

Așterni pene pe arici

Ce încerci sa faci aici?

Noapte bună sarbăd.

Sirenă de ambulanță

Tipă-n forță în ceață

În ocean când ții o torță

De apă nu mă lepăd

Dar cine esti cand nu te văd?

Cu degetul pe gură.

Mașină de țesut lut

Cum m-ai vrut, m-ai avut

Pereți de ceară ai trecut

Prin schelet făcut scut

Rară arhitectură.

Focul cere oxigen.

Nu uita de fenomen

Cum se cade din Eden.

Joaca pe divin teren

E cumsecade in Eden

Cand focul cere oxigen.

Shit that keeps me up at night

Mango please

Tango cheese

Mango cheese 

Tango please

Cheese tango

Please mango

Mango tango

Please please

Tango please

Mango go-go

Cheeseman go

Go tango

Pleaman go

Go mango

Tangoman go

Mangoman go

Tanman ease

Tanman ease

Go cheeseman

Go pleaman

Go mangoman

Tangoman go

kalinka é palinka

     Uneori
am impresia ca toate sunt luate.
am întârziat la bal. am ajuns sa dansez
kalinka în coltul camerei.
Mai știu sa dansez vals? nu mai știu
Mai știu sa valseaz? nu știu 
Ma dor picioarele, oasele si coastele
de la atâta kalinka
Kalinka é palinka
Gata cu kalinka
Ia-mi kalinka de la gura

katyushă invită-mă la dans
Invită-mă la dans katyushă
adu-mi aminte sa valsez katyushă
n-am mai valsat de doi ani katyushă
valsam bine katyushă valsez bine katyushă
tu dansezi bine? Știu ca dansezi bine katyushă
Dar tu încă dansezi katyushă tu încă dansezi
și mi-e rușine să-ți invit valsul, să-mi
primești valsul
îți invidiez valsul katyushă
sa valsezi în frumos katyushă

eu te voi privii cum valsezi în mijlocul
camerei sub cel mai înstelat candelabru
eu va voi privi pe voi cum va-nvartiti
eu îmi voi bea kalinka până-mi amortesc
picioarele
eu îmi voi juca palinka până-mi amețesc
pupilele
eu voi bate cu picioarele pământul
 eu voi sapa o groapă cu kalinka în care ma
voi scurge ușurel


Te pup katyushă te pup

O sa-ti spun Margareta

Nici eu nu stiu.
Am unele zile când amprentele ma întreabă 

unde e pielea ta.
Eu ma sperii și le închid telefonul în nas. 

Ce sa le zic? Ca am plecat și te-am lăsat 

izvor?
Am plecat dar nu mi-am dat seama ca plec 

atât de tare.
Dar sa ma aștepți, sa ma aștepți, sa ma 

aștepți desculță, cu coroana de păpădii. 

Și rochie din urzici.
Țin minte când m-ai învățat culoarea roșu. 

Și azi ma uit la standurile de rodii de dragul 

tău.
Oamenii ma cred nebun. Tu ma știi mai bine.
Amândoi suntem precum fețele noastre. 

Uneori cuvintele tale sunt ca apa.
Apă infantilă de copilă.
Alteori de foc sălbatic.
Precum caii dobrogeni.

*

Vom sta un sejur la mare.
Ne vom îneca chipurile în nisip și ne vom 

deschide ochii.
Am citit undeva ca ne-am mai întâlnit acum 

7 vieți, în Egipt. M-ai botezat în Nil.
Vreau sa vad cum ți se contracta obrajii. 

Si buzele ți se suflica.
Iar carnea frageda ca o piscină.
Tu vei fi frumoasa pana la 95 de ani.
Eu nu voi mai fi atunci. Dar să-mi scrii sâmbăta.
Să-mi scrii sâmbăta.
Iar eu îți voi răspunde.
Îți voi răspunde duminica.

typically 3:47

oh yeah I love abstract my abs tract
everyday yeah I tract them myself so

Oh wait don't go I'm as smart as I don't
seem but I'm not only on Thursdays pinky
promise
No I'm not a werewolf can't you see me in
the mirror and that I eat garlic for
breakfast?
Yeah that's me I'm just normally special
normal especially in April when my eyes turn
lobster green and my lips liver pink
Yeah I love Allen binsberg - ginsberg right
that's what I meant I've seen all her films

Oh really¿

I didn't know he has a sex change. I only
know he had breast transplant



*



 Anyway you wanna make- out?

moșul de la intersecție

i-am spus moșului de la chilie ca o sa-l sun

ca o să-i spun de cum e dincolo de râu

ca o să-i spun de limbi albastre & cai verzi & de fermieri cu umbrele curcubee & de ciobani cu palarii de magicieni & cu serviete din piele de unicorn 100% naturala care merg la zgârie-stâne înalte cât babylonul & de toate limbiile de foc care au plouat, dar totuși lumea a continuat sa ia cârtița până la următoarea haltă chiar dacă toți vorbesc aceeași limbă diferită & de vulpile de la 2:13 care cerșesc tura de noapte și dorm în tura de zi & de lichidele din birturile unde primesc & cash & card & de
toate
felurile
de
ceai cu mirosde duș cald iarna & gust de ventilator vara & de cărute cu energie solară cu 2 sau 7 sau 13 poale înguste la brâu & de șâșca nasului & de băieții cu dinții lați și ochii cariați de sub plapumele pleoapele fetele cu râsul ca râul & de minele de aur mov din vârful munților transparenți & de opincii brodați cu hieroglife & de cei ce mâncă cerul & de piețele palate & de cozile dragonilor de ies din ele & de hramul bărbaților veseli & de cei trei ochi a lui Edison din pereți & de porțile posedate postdecembriste & de yoga & de postul negru de radio african & de cruciadele feministe & de ce aia & de ce e ăla cu mustața suflecată la gular & de unde fecundează regina furnicile & de covoarele zburătoare & de sfântu richard & de reciclare & de nașu mijlociu fară buric sau colivă & de Moloch & de cruciile din rafie & de secta ierbivoră & de oameni pe post de perdele & de ecologie ortodoxă neo-protestant multicorporatist oragnico-feliată la pachet & de rășina de calitate importata din spațiul intergalatic & co & de teracota cu perciunii tunși scurt & de poștașul fară fir & de telefonul cu gușa-n nori& de călugăr fashion daily & de nepoții de pe Neptun & de radical din ou & de ciobul de plumb ce zgârie cerul & de una & de alta & s.a.m.d.

-dar poate am greșit moșul
sau a murit prefixul  sau pur & simplu nu vreau
să-i povestesc de ce s-a întâmplat. mai bine
îi e la Putna la intersecție sa dea bere
trubadurilor
.


*

a reasonable trade

I hate it when you have to go and can't just be mine
Why do you have to go to college or talk
with other people for? Just only be mine
Stop it! Stop it ! Stop! Just stop eating and
be mine don't eat anymore why,? why eat?;
Just talk to me. Give me that - what's this'
why do you need a phone for? 'You don't.!
 you don't. need. A. Phone. Ok? ',;
Hey come back hey are those clothes on
you? I said are those clothes on you.* yeah
I'm talking to you/ are those clothes on
you?/ take them off

yes now / I don't care if you're expecting
guests (why do you need guests for] take
them off ~just be mine/ you don't need
clothes you want me you don't need me but
you want me you don't need clothes OK? ,`
it's fine it's fine I'm not angry I'm not/ just
don't - don't - don't do that again please;
don't do anything don't do anything apart
from me' OK? capishi? I'm not trying to be
threatening here I just don't like it when you
do something else is all
#dontdoanythingelseapartfrommeokay
okay ##hashtag# okay hey

hey

what's that in your hand?/ is that a cigarette
in your hand?/ you want to smoke a
cigarette with you hand and your mouth
right now? no, no nono no-no nana no you
don't breathe you're just mine ok? / I love
you I love you a lot I love - heyhey hey

hey

I'm kidding
of course you can smoke a cigarette

faith by forfeit

"nah I don't believe in humans" says God frowning and doing a slight gesture with his hand
"whaddya mean you don't believe in humans ?" asked mike
"just that, I don't believe in 'em" says He
"you can't not not believe in 'em Pa" gabe said from across the pool table
"whaddya mean I can't believe in em? I can believe in anything I don't want to believe" He says picking up the cue
"well you made 'em Pa you made - you made humans" now mike was really confused
"I didn't make no human I"
"Is he trying to pull a joke here or what?" whispered mike telepathically to gabe
"What're you kids doing? I said I don't believe in 'em why you whispering telepathically around for?" said God with his arms opening and closing
"no pa but they're real - look they're right there" pointed gabe through a gap in the cloud
"...are you out of your gaddam mind gabe? I know I can see them" now He was getting quite annoyed
"so then? What's the problem?"
"There's no problem i just
don't believe in them"
gabe threw a quick glance towards mike
"I don't get it"
"Me neither, I just don't pa"
"Oh you will one day" laughed God with his chin is his neck

"now watch me put that blue ball into that black hole"

bladder

most days I piss sitting on the toilet
that's when I feel depressed
i can't release without taking a moment's rest

but on some few days I'll stand up
brave and straight

8pus

In the Pacific Ocean octopuses make
the
best
drum solos there ever were
they wear pearl necklaces that Niel Pert never bought
and yell bubbles louder than whales
sometimes they beat all night long dadaaadddam daadadddam dadaduududam
and make loud echos that form tsunamis
that's how Fukushima happened
damn the octopuses
it's all their fault
dump enough oil in the oceans and we will kill the octopuses
yeah kill the octopuses yeah
or give them a water mask to come on shore
and play jazz

long live jazz

long live octopuses

no one knows that this is true
because no one has been deep enough in the Pacific
but I know
I am an octopus
and I make loud echos

Ode to the wolves

Once upon, between the river veins of the mountains,
among the pine hairs on its head,
under a lucent dark-eyed white moon,
we were the wolves.

With frantic fur and eyes that formed clouds that thundered,
howling hectic love and freedom like
rebeled angels on the outskirts of Heaven,
there us, o' my friends sweet, the wolves.

Cobalt was the blood surging the twisting lips,
the roaring hips, electric as Tsunami
clashing the bulwark of Zeus's temple,
of the wolves at moon's conquest.

Charring in the glass of sharp eyes,
the crimson bouquet of rose flames, a scarlet sun on earth
battling with light in darkness its Selene sister,
in the summer of the wolves.

Surrounding the pray with fierce dance
by mad movements and hymns of passion at the
melody of emerald forests endless,
wolves, wolves, crazy wolves.

With fangs wild, yes! wild, ripping
into the flesh of the wind and tearing the pyre,
swallowing fire down athirst throats,
sarving of care, lavished by life, us, the wolves.

Lost from world's taming, away from time's telescope,
Hidden in woodland's breeding womb,
There we were, I reminisce and praise
The holy grounds of the hallowed wolves.

Holy the soil under the burning paws
galloping circles 'round the fire,
holy the wood blazzing purple the sea of flames
in the whirpool of the wolves.


O! How young and hale the blood torched in us
my friends of warewolf heritige.

How streached for breeze our nostrils were
How wide our pupils welcomed life,
How strong the souls sailed to the skies.

O! Sweet friends o' mine,
the children of Moon and linage of Luna,
my friends, my brothers, my sisters,
my pack,

I remember

Once upon, between the river veins of the mountains,
among the pine hairs on its head,
under  a lucent dark-eyed white moon,
we were the wolves.

humble

god comes and he spills my dame blond shoes on the floor..-

mom told me not to write poems about god so I don't anymore

just as god doesn't write poems about me on his front-garden door

"look at the lilies!" mama said to baby-me "look at the lilies

that god grows in his front-garden; look how they all bow on their lily-knees!"

"but mama" said baby-me "why do all the lily-mouths say always please?"

"because" mama said "a bended knee, means a humble plea"

"humble", to baby-me, sounded like a hubba-bubba bubblegum bumblebee

so baby-me said, "if I'm ever gonna have a hubba-bubba bubblegum bumblebee

I'm gonna name it humble!" so mama said to me - the baby "but honey,

never forget that that which squeezes honey, also stings its thorns so deeply"
but baby-me didn't hear this for a nosey fly flew through my nose
into my loose-laced baby-blue shoes and lounged on the floor playing poker
while it blew smoke-rings through jacks of spades and queens of hearts
"i don't like flies" frowened I, the baby, to mama "their wings smell of pee."
"so you would feel that you're-in danger and that they spread history of feecees and urine"
the voice of moma flowed free as the sea in my ear
"why can't fleas be like bumblebees?" baby-me, posed the inquiry to momma.
momma slowly turned towards me and droped down on both knees,
("momma is a lilly!" is what the baby which was me thought upon the sight)
layed her petals on my shoulders and her pistil in my pupils
and the ovule of her mouth spoke as thus:
"for god made both flowers and feecees, both bumblebees and fleas,
 flowers and feeces sharing the same earth - flowers feeding ferrets,
ferrets freeing feecees, feecees fertilizing fields, fields forming flowers -
bumblebees and fleas sharing the same flight - flight for fleas, flight for bumblebees-
but although all these, never will we find a flea float for a flower
nor a bumblebee flee foreby feecees"

now momma-lilly lays in the front-garden with all the other knees of lillies;
and I - no more a baby - I lounge on the floor at the front-garden door
playing poker while blowing smoke-rings through jacks of spades and blonde queens of dame hearts
while writing poems about god
and waiting for the hubba-bubba bubblegum bumblebee named
humble