Poezie

one way out

1 min lectură·11 aprilie 2005

Mediu

the fourth gate is a drop held in a spoon

practically floored, one of the many zeros

kicked off bored (dawns without a rainbow

take a ride closer to the emperor’s statue)

with every little girl pinching the soft bridge

of her nose the yellow crust on her knee

extends up to a larvae dance in the rotula

but there\'s no way out there\'s a way out

there comes the bronze vow of the blood

that my smooth throat knew very little of

(poor estimation of my tongue\'s infection

glued carefully on the back of a shiny bullet)

Be silent, you fool, the shape of this knot

is nothing else than your belly\'s future

sniffed in snatches at each family breakfast

the fifth gate is an elephant\'s nostril

where I sit for a while to make peace

with my plastic eye-casket

unfortunately, they have it on amazon

for freakin\' $120 which is CRAZY!

they need to release more for $19.99

with every worm hiccuping

of admiration under the bathtub

I\'m reading Werther

born on the edge of an adjective

he doesn\'t know I\'m crunching a biscuit

&Zsa has found his bugs dead, right mate?

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corina dragomir. “one way out.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/corina-dragomir/poezie/115646/one-way-out

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