today today today today today

my life's greatest butterfly fell suddenly with his broken wings of blood crumbled he could have fallen the next day as any decent angel but...

floating

îmi amintesc de tine doar cînd dorm cu genele pline de nesomn (plutire) I recall you asleep with lashes heavy of awake (floating) *** By PUIU JIPA: floating (translation by dana neacsu; visual calin georgescu)

Orbitorb/blindedblind

mă îmbătam și ziceam că iarna e o iluzie că verdele e doar un mucegai de jur împrejur niște îngeri râdeau (orbitorb) I would get drunk So I could say Winter is an illusion and...

Proudly Made in America – Presidential Sexual Assault

“I did try and fuck her. She was married. I moved on her like a bitch, But I couldn’t get there. And she was married. You know I’m...

wound/rană

we could have conquered cities but we stayed behind in the dark alleys among passionate kisses among Earl Grey teas we could have invented pasts but we died as...

shadows

This town is too small it strangles my walking it keeps me talking an old woman surreal on the brink of orgasm you have no place to hide once there...

contemplation at dawn

    I only saw your breasts asleep aromatic asymmetric I sniffed around and I forgot to remember myself (contemplation at dawn ) îți vedeam numai sînii adormiți aromați asimetrici amușinam și uitam mă uitam (o contemplare în zori) *** By PUIU JIPA:...
Ben Howe. painting art

Alignment

I go outside to drink a bottle of beer the air harsher than the moon up there doesn’t come down the cigarette has its...

Poetic Puiu. Four More.

I live in the most beautiful island my brain ( exile maze )   locuiesc în cea mai frumoasă insulă creierul meu (exil în labirint)  do not go stay there I'll come later after dark or I'll write by...

poems

I died today then I got drunk or vice versa (a kind of order) if the stars had shadows it would be more night (question) azi am murit apoi m-am îmbătat sau invers (un fel...

disorder

your silent moments are just uncolored shards (disorder) _________________ tăcerile tale sînt doar cioburi necolorate (dezordini) By PUIU JIPA: disorder (translated by dana neacsu & heath mayhew)

expectations

That drinking glass that dreadfully clean glass where water is feeling dirty every time I don't sleep I think of you and when the sleeplessness starts that glass awaits me thirsty sitting pretty on the edge of life (expectations) __________ mai e...

dark lighting

a bed to sleep in silver from which silk wings rise your hair brushed by a sad angel my body ripped by bloody moths we will touch each other...

not even

if you don't have air make it up if you don't have words kill yourself with them if you have not lived revive yourself if you don't have...
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