Bitter Poems

it’s difficult to know exactly how many of them are gone but the percentage is high   not the one’s who’ve lost their way the fallen down, mis-directed temporarily out...

death is a lime green cadillac with two sleek fins circa 1959 lots of chrome humongous tinted windshield   glides above bumps in the road finds its way to any destination the last...

All night cross-town cabs yellow black Manhattan traveling at the speed of metered time. Surrounded by hubbub and sound honking their way to curb exits. Driven by expatriated hacks who...

swirling banner wind whipped color coded a field of stars a row of stripes remembering when freedom found a country to plant its perfect flag upon made a promise we pledge with our hearts to...

bum feet street-beat wise sunk in banged up shoes previously dumpster swiped lean hobo soled holed haloed covered in foot funk sock stink grime   no blue suede shoes snappy tassel loafers…   gamy high-top sneakers here retro Corso’s weary worn down creased re-knotted raced in hiked trod...

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...

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...

    hunted down they found him in an open field riddled with scraps of poetry half thought out verse set in awkward measure broken mouth dammed with thwarted doves fingers crushed stained with...

lavender leashed dog festooned in a yellow slicker overly wrapped in man little rubber booties yukked with mud rhinestone collared Oh! how I wish you would bury the bones from that...

thrumming chit-chit sprinklers hum mistaken for operatic crickets trilling lazy resort air as wrinkled splayed foot reptiles bow iguana heads like regal buddhists slowly roaming nirvana crossing thached pagodas unconscious tourists...

ninety-nine names of God in a hat   choose what you need throw the rest back   take the God without image God without face distort him to service the cause you...

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)