Carpe Diem

tu

genunchiul fără frică  pus pe acest pat

cînd pereții ard de jur împrejur

palma din gheață sculptată după fruntea și imaginea mea

tu știi cine sînt?

unde mergem și cît putem îndura?



degeaba închid  radioul, fereastra și mă ascund după ficus

ești respirația gură la gură dintre pastilă și bubă

prima și ultima rază alunecate după perdea

cu buze uscate  repet în urechea de plastic a telefonului

aici, apasă aici, dă drumul garoului

sîngele promis vieții, să curgă



brațele tale labirint știu sa țină piept inimii

știu să țină inima la piept

sînt gata.

am pus creionul jos

și termometrul și hîrtia și apa

poemul acesta se învîrte

eu amețesc și tu rîzi

The *NHS Song

There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live

And no wonder our paths come to cross

You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell

Each time my health is at loss

You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet

But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because

I am loosing terrain you drive me insane

And I don't know the name of your boss

Your  system has crashed your words come out mashed

My story – I say it again

But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone

and my patience’s being washed down the drain

My lips turning pale you’re biting your nail

I just need my prescription, I’m sore

You smile with a smile, I repeat for a while

Everything that I told you before

You click and you stare at the screen I don’t dare

To look for the fear that you’re wrong

I can not buy time even for this crime

But tonight (oh, boy, this is so worth breaking a rhyme)  you’ll be blown on my blog

There’s a fire alarm and you say with a charm

'Please leave the premesis now'

I’ll be damned if I go, all I need is to know

Are you stupid or simply a cow

We part and I leave you wave and I grieve

For they won’t let me kill on the spot

And all I can do is wait a day or two

‘Till Tuesday is better' you thought

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This saga was mine, I bet my last dime

That the papers will take them to pieces

The name of the story, for such fame and and such glory:

NHS – Hope is for sissies

NHS = National Health Service

Note: This poem is based on a true story and is aiming to reveal the impotence of a failing system. 

Control Panel. Test 01

Statement 1.The poem bellow is false

there’s no rush in pushing dreams

one into another and watch them disappear into black holes

like shiny balls on a Saturday night pool table

no need for hope and fear

to marry again and again and again

lovers can only be parents to one eternal daughter: agony

open your eye

the voices in my head are now quiet

muted by the glowing in the dark yoyo of life

forever ends Tuesday and

 it doesn’t matter why

or how or who played in it

the Big Engineer wants us to be grateful

for every dove flying above our heads

for every loaf of bread sliced on the kitchen table

for every mouthful of air allowed in this room

‘Breath in and hold’/ (should I do what I’m told?)

I take in you2 and exhale love dioxide.

Statement 2.The poem above is true



Audio version:   Control panel. Test 01 by Corina Gina Papouis 


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