Noul meu panaceu muzical II

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A doua variantă – mult mai lentă – îmi răscoleşte atât de plăcut my old nausea, încât pur şi simplu renunţ să mă mai întreb “what the f*ck’s wrong with me?” Iar Gattaca e unul din puţinele filme care rulează în loop în lobul meu temporal.

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Noul meu panaceu muzical I

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Thank You for Your Time!

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We are
all
ebbing towards
our Origin.

The only
palpable
reality
is that of
the fluxes
underneath
my skin.
The only
lullaby
is that of
my own pulse
which I
no longer feel
in my dermis.
I seize the icy
panic
& thrust it
between
my shoulderblades,
but my ossified skin
shrieks with pleasure.

Squandering
& meandering
self-seekers /
twisted
nostalgic
collectors ─
we all learn
to wield
that deadly weapon
─sooner or later─
we kill by
absence,
which is
nothing but
remoteness
in time.
Where have
all the
Good Samaritans
gone?

Life is
Love is
the unconditional
Giving of
Time.
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To My Lover

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Your sweet weight

is pinning me down

on velvet cushions.

My body ―

numb

& deaf

feels your every

muscle

twitching ―

the same current

builds up

in my skin

at first,

then

deeper.

My breath

rides on

your breath ―

ever faithful,

shadowing,

anticipating.

You seem

indolent,

detached ―

eyes closed ―

but you prey

on my

every heartbeat ―

if only I could

skip one for you!

I long

to dive

in your pupils,

yet you

postpone &

tease,

making my brain

tingle.

Then you open

your eyes,

I find myself

dumbstruck

illiterate ―

I cannot

read you.

Scorn

Defiance

Possession

or Defeat?

I mirror you

as you reflect me.

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Games People Play

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You go your way
I'll go mine:
itsy bitsy spider
crawlin' up the wall.
You can hop,
I'll get the scotch ―
your place
or mine?

Odd man out
― always ―
isolate &
desecrate
since the dawn
of time.
No one
holier than thou ―
counting their last breaths
with rabid eyes
with red rabbit eyes.
Follow the leader
plunder & burn
heaven awaits you!

Spin the bottle
― mating games ―
at full throttle.
Truth or dare?
Analyze that!
Hide & seek
behind chlorotic
eyelids.
One alligator
Two alligator
First one out
Gets to shout!

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Thalassa! Thalassa!

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Born of thee
I cannot
but lend my
conched ear
to your beat.
My flesh
pulsates
under the full moon,
quivers
& dissolves
the night.
My luminescent
organs ―
known only to thee ―
exist
when you
call them by name.

I hold
your protean
face
'tween my hands
& ravish you.
Once ― when
you had fled from me ―
I went searching
& found you
on a blurred
northern shore
licking the ribs
of a whale ―
I wished
they were mine.
Another fight
& I had to cross
the nec plus ultra
for you ―
received your pardon
on an Irish (l)edge.
I long for the
moment when
we'll both collapse ―
burning with melancholy
exhausted &
content ―
in the
Portuguese
twilight.

Then
you'll speak
only of me ―
my ember ashes
ingrained in your tongue ―
I in every vowel
You in the smooth consonants
of your name.
Thalassa! Thalassa!
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Lark

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I swing
in the hammock
of my fling ─
sipping
the greenish brew ─
diluting
the dusky bile /
travelling towards
an embittered dawn?

Sifting through hues
─ secundum non datur ─
I swirl in the aurora.
The price paid:
give in
to the arctic night
I ─ dervish of light ─
give in
to devilish fright.

Give in
Step in_to
Trans-cend
Your cinders /
Your senders

What if
When / if
Who if
Not Me
Is You?

I
tie
I
lie ─
my lisping thoughts
betray me
you say?
The trail leads to Erewhon:
Welcome to my Garden of Wonders.
Though you’ll
ride in circles
you’ll never
tread on the
same patch
twice.

Ensnaring
Circe
you call me?
Forgetfulness
is the foremost gift
of a goddess.
Mischief
inherent ─
my true insignia
─ hidden in plain view,
held sky high,
under the wing of a lark.


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Black Coffee

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“Sober up”
the drill-sergeant yells.
“You’re in the army now”
- been here all your life -
neck deep,
boot up the ass.
“Straighten up
& fly right!”

Wrigglin’ on your hook
memories peelin’
one
by
one.

You are
who you were –
that’s what
they never tell you
- no use knowin’ it
anyway –
always too late.
Catchin’ up
Sunny side up
Flip flop.

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