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Red Silk Evil

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RED SILK EVIL

 

When I met you, a red silk evil obsessed me.
He told me: it’s nice, but paradise apples gonna melt
As soon, as you taste it.
He told me, it’s too nice – this beauty will cost you
Pulsing insomnia.
He told me, kick her, bite her, run away from her, beat her, smash her,
Provoke, pretend, don’t give up, offence is defence.
He told me, play, enjoy, the goal is the process.
He told me, even if you fall down, all wounds will be healed.
He told me, I am the red silk, everyone will slide down me,
I’ll stay untouched.
 

When I got angry at you, thinking that you wanted to run away earlier,
Evil put a red lipstick into one hand, that you wouldn’t be touching my lips
And into another hand he put a toothbrush – just in case, if I would like
To stab you next morning.
When you have left, red evil lighted a chocolate cigarillo with his one hand and
poured wine into the glass with another.
 

Oh, this red silk evil!
Oh, this red silk evil, who obsessed me after I’ve met you.
Oh, this red silk evil, who obsessed me before I’ve met you!

The Real Mafia

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THE REAL MAFIA

 

The real mafia meets in

churches-

as the organ plays

they kiss-

fingers ringed with gold

 

Real killers like

cats,

soft furs
 

and a tear of blood
 
streaming down

a sleeve.

 

[The realest ones
don’t like reality].

Piranhas

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PIRANHAS

 

I live in an aquarium

Among the other piranhas
 

I learn to swim

To feel the small fish

To swim up near to him

And to astonish
 

I live and live and live

Among sharp corals and reefs

The glass walls are there

Only to prevent the sleep
 

Because…

when you break through
 

to the other side of the mirror

 
When you break through to the other side of the mirror

 

You will see another aquarium

Where piranha devours piranha

Where piranha devours piranha

Where piranha devours piranha
 

Until

There is nothing but water

In the aquarium

No Wolves

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NO WOLVES

 

The wolves are the wolves are the wolves and a rose.
The rose is the rose is the rose and a fire.
The fire is the fire is the fire and a body.
The body is the body is the body and a shame.
The shame is the shame is the shame and a house.
The house is the house is the house and an end.
The end is the end is the end and a choice.
 

The choice is the choice is the choice and a female.
The female is the female is the female and the drums.
The drums are the drums are the drums and a wolf.
The wolf is the wolf is the wolf and a vulva.
The vulva is the vulva is the vulva and a poetess.
The poetess is a poetess is a poetess is a poetess and has no gender.
 

No gender is no gender is no gender and no body.
No body is no body is no body and no shame.
No shame is no shame and no shame and no drums.
No drums are no drums are no drums and no fire.
No fire is no fire is no fire and no rose.
 

No rose is no poetry.
No poetry is no wolf.
No wolf is no end.
No end is no.

In the Mayan Calendar

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………………………………

IN THE MAYAN CALENDAR

 

As in the Mayan calendar, the years gone by
Add up to zero
Signifying nothing more than an empty shell.
Our existence
Is equally insignificant
Or the same fulfillment –
Depends on how you look at it.
 

………………………………

I Am Electrified

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I AM ELECTRIFIED

 

I am electrified –

All of the earth’s volts

Penetrate me

Wrap around my neck,

Dot my back

With radiant stitches.
 

I am electrified –

With neon lights

The sparkle of skyscrapers

Airplanes twinkling

The flutter

From your computer.
 

I am electrified –

In microschemes I count

Sunsets and sunrises,

Which occur all at once

When the mechanized watches have stopped –

I am electrified.

Fuji

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FUJI

 

They will take your picture again
In this kitschy sunset
Among monolithic cliffs and mists of smog
For a pretty Japanese postcard.
 

They will take your picture again
And will scan the iris of the eye,
There a lonely old man with burned legs
Looks through the window of his hospital room.
 

They will take your picture again
Colorful Fuji blocks
Immortalized in USB
Perhaps – first like a gay man,
Sad ly sipp ing mojitos.
 

They will take your picture again
A New Age story
So much blood on the keyboard
Maybe it’s just ironic
 

That after traveling all night through myspace
You only found a single star
Crumb ling with hardcore
Experimental screams
Of…

a soothing melody

Freud’s Dream

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FREUD’S DREAM

 

In the jungle never were days barren of touching

panthers, cobras, tigers –

treading licking in golden frames.
 

A thick nectar pours from the depths of intoxication

with butterflies, dragons from the east it flies

away…
 

During your childhood you met many fantastic beasts

Lynx rubbed against your legs,

Snakes whispered sweet little words,

Adorned in scorpion beads.
 

During adolescence you began to shun your acquaintances

And learned to sleep with a loaded weapon under your pillow

All of your beloved having turned into

Monkeys bounding in wilderness.
 

When you became an adult, when it receded like a shadow

A shadow, having grown still,

You do not see dreams at all and sleep with a weapon

Placed at the end of your bed.

Dream Poem No. 3

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DREAM POEM NO. 3

 

Let’s build a tent in the yard.
Let’s occupy the territories.
Let’s share it.
Let’s built the towers of sand,
 

Let’s destroy it together.
If we play, we play,
If we lose, we lose,
If we win, we win.
 

Occupying each other
Doesn’t need many agreements –
If I’ll take half of your heart
Another half is still free
For old gardening habits.
If we play, we win,
If we win, we lose,
If we lose, we play.
 

We do remember by heart
What does it mean
To cut the lands as slices of bread
For so many mouths
All of them are hungry and thirsty.
If we play, we lose,
If we lose, we play,
If we play, we win.