C&C&C

Correspondents by Carol Ann Duffy

(read by Corina Papouis)

dusk till dawn till dusk

her face too subdued 
(don't you think?)
her hands too small 
her ears in the right place
unlike her eyebrows, her nose and her mind
her back? a pack of bones
holding hopes at night
and that!dress
in the morning
she should eat more
no, less
no
her chin never moves
never moves
she sometimes does this with that
sometimes she doesn’t
sometimes she doesn’t?
she never ever.
could she be closer?
could she be further away? (yes, just there would be fine)
could she crawl?
[grin]
what? she didn’t, did she?
her eyes don’t blink 
her roses dead
her tires low
her zipper undone
her roast dry
her life 

..they are rating

E.T. - [DC] - A DreamWorks production poem

vreau
o viaţă Steven Spielberg
unde eroina principală cade de pe cal
şi o femeie oarecare se ridică, işi dă jos costumul, ia banii şi pleacă
vreau să-mi rezolv toate chestiunile sufleteşti cu un singur fax
fără psihanaliză, cabernet şi google
vreau să-mi tai venele din dragoste necondiţionată şi să sîngerez un kilogram de ketchup
vreau să alerg înaintea dinozaurilor
să mă caţăr pe gardul electric şi să le fac cu mîna
vreau să cunosc marţieni şi oameni cu capul vînăt
de care să nu mă mai sperii,
cu care să ronţăi floricele de porumb şi să beau Grolsch
vreau navete spaţiale, elicoptere şi motociclete Ducati cu super blasting powers
0 trafic, capiche?
vreau cît mai multe trucaje
delfini în cadă
aurore boreale de 3 ori pe zi
a touch-screen heart
şi Johnny Depp înainte de micul dejun
vreau scenariul complet în original
un creion roşu şi un megafon
prin care uneori
să strig din fundul plămînilor
CUT!

Reality check (poem on Tramadol si Naproxen)

pierdut control picior sting

acum dau cu el

in cel drept

in drepturile lui

in tot ce se poate tine la piept

in portelan

in pasari

in cuvinte

mai ales in I-ul de la iubire

in pereti. 

pina ce crapa si 

navaleste lumina

lumina ce ne ardea ochii si buzele

lumina ce ne cauterizeaza inima si 

camerele ei umplute cu

aia si aia

si rumegus

pierdut control picior sting

in fata portii sarutului

degeaba se ride sau se plinge

in tribune si in fotolii 

acasa si pe teren

cu seminte scuipate pe piept

cu buze umflate

si maieul ridicat peste burta

rezultatul este acelasi

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!

din greseala

din amor

din frica

din ura

din suflet

din totdeauna

din dorinta de 

a asculta cu urechea

pieptul adversarului, pina nu mai misca din degetul ala mic

de a-i vedea singele prelins din timpanul plin de soapte

pierdut control picior sting

cine il gaseste este rugat

sa-l pastreze

definitiv

Ra

(..’only dream I ever have is the surface of the sun…every time I shut my eyes is always the same’ - Sunshine)

hey, creatures of earth

I'm off to the sun

I’m packing up light,

no tooth brush, no gun

farewell weeks and years of earthly chores

I'm letting go now

my gravity's yours

the rocket is ready I'm happy to say

a heart and two wings

and a ticket one way

people are waving

their faces look numb

I smile and I show them

that up is my thumb

fear not for my future

full of fire and heat

I'll be hugging the light

while you'll lie or you'll cheat

10 9 8 7

I'm ready to go

6 5 4 3

this countdown's too slow

2

1

then

lift off

my God, what a blast

I'm coming I'm coming

behind me just dust

I'm passing the moon, the mysterious stone

good bye and farewell

hope you're happy alone

adieu, adieu

oh, muses of mine

I'm wishing you well

in my last hour rhyme

don't cry, I am smiling and that's all I can say

I’d be writing you letters and notes on the way

I'd be drawing you charts, as my words melt like butter

but the papers would burn and their ashes would flutter

I’m close, oh, so close

I’m finally there

what do I see?

is what no man would dare

***

as you stare at the sun

on a beautiful day

on a little blue planet

many light-years away

just smile for no reason

for I could be a ray

You jump

..

I jump

in deep water

not to cross the ocean

not to compete with the killer whales

or the great white sharks

not to find the biggest pearl in the world

or Nemo

not to solve the mysteries of Titanic

or the secret of alternative life

not to understand about sand

and seagulls and sailors

and the goodness of algae

not to watch the Spanish dancers

or the dolphins

or the corral grow

not to feel the salt climbing into my pores

and the big blue flooding my senses

I jump

in deep water

just to be with you

wet, under, holding.

our hands and our breaths

..

Optimus Anonymous

as birds scratch the sky

so the clouds can bleed

feathers and fear

over a world in greed

we watch with our hands

soft and ready to kill

for whatever we love

or the secrets we seal

collapsed in the same

cull de sack of the mind

thoughts linger alone

in the land of the blind

we never surrender

when sick and in love

become pure and tender

in God’s hand a dove

and good lies in bad

when the worse fills our hope

are you ready to die?

are you ready to cope?

without knowing how

you can never succeed

so release your birds

so your clouds can bleed

Issues

laid on the table

love looks rather silly

naked

wobbly

feelings spreading inside a

soft white belly

in knots

ticklish ears

weakness at the knees

no eye contact

muddled words

sweaty palms

you put the knife down

and say

to yourself

‘is this it?’

then

you go out

as you do

and slam the door

with the ‘gone for lunch’ sign

hanging on the outside

so all can see

all but love

Open letter

hi there God,

I’m here @ your mercy as usual

no, I’m not alone

although at times

I feel like a balloon of emotions

in a world of pins 

I haven’t got much time

(‘here we go again’ you must think)

they say you don’t have either

although yours is a bit of an eternity, isn’t it?

but who am I to judge?(who am I full stop?)

and no, this is not a prayer.

(I bet you had enough of: God, please this, God please that)

and we’re not friends 

on face book or anything

so

I’m not even asking for forgiveness

as my sins are in progress

and you know it

(don’t you?)

I was just wondering,

with my human mind,

which separated from the soul you gave me a while ago (God, it seems ages now!)

sums up to 0

so, I was wondering

about the schedule

of my personally designed Bang (nosy me!)

my Nokia diary, full of daily tasks or endless ‘to do’ lists could squeeze in the time, the date even the minute 

my minute!

(Nokias are great! The one I have now has blue tooth and GPS and a 12 megapixel camera with video editing. Yes! I know! A M A Z I N G!)

so

go oooon!

I could really look the part, you know?

the day before

I could care and sing more than I usually do

I could smell flowers, drive over the limit and smile at the cameras on the M25

please others, kiss,

dance tango (which I’m really not good at!)

roll in the grass and hug people I know nothing about

possibly resist temptation (I’m not good at that either!)

and defeat the feeling of: ‘what I want - I get’

(or at least try!)

for,

(what I gather, from your sources)

I do quite a lot of and

it kind of rocks a few boats in the waters of heaven

well, better dash,

you know me (better than anyone, I say!) 

always on the go

give me a sign, 

and my love 

to JC

all yours, God, all yours,

me

x

Cold guitar

and when I wish it to be true
one more time
just this once

the universe listens

and sends down its moons

wrapped up in sonatas

these fingers searching and searching

will they find me?

deep down

where the ropes end

where the light is thin

like a last breath

like a string

stretched beyond death

in a perfect tune

me,

this piece of wood

...to Daddy