blog EgoPHobia

si 3 poezii in engleza, tot din EgoPHobia #15

Written by Revista EgoPHobia

dirty chambers

long ago long by now long forgotten lost somehow
all the while all the time all the men drain the stakes
many more many less many fates dare confess
we rest in our restlessness we rest in a-go-go
never weary never daring never ever asking even

the long dead man is cut short

you may know and you may have the willingness
you may even care that i am not even remotely interested
the speaches and the backstabs go hand in hand
the grace and the gutter are all the same to you
and you place me under the barrel and give me my 3 seconds
your identity is similar to mine in that we come from ape and God
your frustrations are fed with billions,
lined up and good to go,
and you dare declare yourself anything.
i am nothing but i dare speak
you are everything although you wont shut up

ruth is having my baby

everything is about telemetrics ,
yr initials, yr number and yr smile.
the guarantee of a satisfied customer
the bank account shrinking
and yr total commitment to the job.

the long trips outta town

wounded bones made into yr emotion
the cascade of sweat driping from our lust
the deceipt and the love
you made creation
and nothing could be omitted from this
you know the name and you foregive
the thing required of you
yr neverending love to the method
the whole ant-mound is based on exactly that
the long trips outta town, the ones that pass
in the blink of an eye, the eyelash
that flips yr switch, that makes you lovingly blind
we come of desire, triviality is our wine
and we dance exhumed in the dawn of novelty
we seem to create very boring fashions
[alx.z]

Comments