Poetesco Poetetovici

if I see any more blue in poetry

I’ll start sniffing methyl blue to understand it

if I see any more raindrops I’ll make the rain fall with clouds and all

maybe that way your totalitarian feng shui will lead your balance

on a bicycle without wheels without pedals on top of all

you’ll learn to fly with your heart tied

to the body like a furrow

Poetescu Poetetovici

you take your socks off at the entrance into your poem and leave

the odor on the wooden floor stinking of

your presence

hold on tight

I am about to render you more complicated (to enrich you)

I am dragging you through the Mendeleev table as if through stinging nettles

so that you learn how one grows in density how one becomes a liofob of mediocrity

there is no smoke until you start a fire well where can one get any wood dear friend if you

cut down forests of dreams the law is made by the gentlemen not by the ignorant

you are a gentleman but you have the bottom of your pants torn

from so many pricks

what’s the connection between love and masonry

you can’t practice traffic of influence with lead on the bottom of the river

because you will die with the precious gems in your arms before you could grow gills

better learn from me how to apply

tax avoidance on your dreams

dear Poetescu Poetetovici

I just handed you the award for

the most stupid insect crocobaurzed with the question

how can you throw stones at someone when

your garden is full of boulders?

(give up those night strolls by my door

you know that I fall asleep with my poetry and you want to spill gas on us

and then threaten with the sparkle of hypocrisy from your heart

I am warning you to be careful or else I’ll release the grammar on you

as one would a fighting dog on thieves)

en garde or avant-garde

you are the means to

your own end