Lady of the rings

the world is pouring into you
a waterfall
a rush
a once in a lifetime
you drink your usual earl grey

milk, no sugar
under a pile of clouds
you feed your pigeons in squares
and think:
am I too old for this
what shall I wear tonight?

your streets are blushing with joy
like the cheeks of a woman in love
I too am in your blood,
a cocktail of sounds,
I hold a little boy’s hand
and in his eyes,
two blue wide screens,
you slowly open up your robes
and wave

turn, turn,
uncover your veils
let us see
the face of the bride of the Earth
walking towards the altar
with a torch in her heart,
and five rings on her finger

Şi iată cum..

dis de dimineață

soarele își gîdilă ceața cu limba

apoi se chircește în cer

așteptînd ca tu

să-ți plimbi degetul mic peste litere

buzele sorb cafeaua

mai neagră decît doliul femeilor 

și se deschid în cel mai frumos zîmbet

spre răsărit 

vindecînd subit frica de cancer

galopînd spre prăpăstii, neîncetat,

lumea e același bizon

privit de sub un maldăr de cărți

însă tu găsești mereu un motiv

să mă ierți 

că te iubesc mai puțin decît mîine

vîntul ce-ți mîngîie fruntea e un taifun căzut în genunchi

în jurul fîntînii copiii se țin din nou de mînă 

adăpîndu-ne ochii și-ntre tîmple

un tumăfacifericit

se zbate

precum un Adonis albastru

Discharged

for better for worse
the club of Christian happiness is now open
patients are granted a place in heaven
dead or alive
the pharmacies are closed
doctors grope their nurses in utility rooms
and paramedics race each other on the motorways
no tires spared
no lives to spare
the morphine of happilyeverafter has cured
all dead men walking

put
that
pill
down

your slippers on
remove your needles the plasters the bandages the tubes
[they’re all in your head]
lift your knee, now the other,
again
and again
and again
does it hurt?
good
'the pain doesn't go away, you just make room for it'*
keep eyes forward
I’m here, by the lifts
I pressed the button
we’re going down, baby,
way down

put your hand up
right up
laugh and show death the finger
(not that one, silly, the middle one!)
what now?
now we walk out through the double doors,
rip off our gowns, our labels, our old selves
we make snow angels in the grass
then
do the dirty in the pool of love



*quote from The Walking Dead