miercuri, 11 februarie 2009

Licking plastic

Over nothing, laying a fancy coat, juicy even,
Saucy and racy and sweet as hell's gate,
Hugging the fire, gently pulled apart into pure oil,
On our tongues, to form a glossy cover,
Whether early or late,
Plastic, forever!

Between the wheels of the clock, on the mere tongue of it,
Rendering it incapable of feeling the taste of long hours,
Breaking apart the poor seconds into tiny grains of sand,
Plexiglas hourglass to be their house.

Plastic, forever!
Fantastique discipline, sticks involved and allowed,
Automatic fighting of words, into their base coat,
Plastic, forever!

marți, 10 februarie 2009

Drunk




Junk mail in my head, all remembered and set up
In junk categories, ready to be sent from my brain
To another brain
Up on the river to Spain...
And back.

All I need is to crack some good ol' crack,
To make myself back into the same ol' same ol'
Me...tear drawn on the corner of my left eye,
Sad face,
Scar face.

Can I delete my smile, not with the shift and del,
But with the forever gone command,
I'll try not to remember the way it is done,
Or to turn it into a frown for you,
Blessed are thou,
Gone you are though...
There inside, I'll label you and send you away,
Day by day.

After ethil alcohol has passed by,
The streets in my brain are fuzzy,
With vanishing mailboxes,
Nowhere to post you...
You're not here...
No even near.