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...
the myth of Paradise
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...
Because the moon
Because the moon
has no place to rest
she drifts in endless circles
constantly shedding
the memory of herself
to forge through darkness
brave night’s silence
endure the stars.
on ice
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...
Paradise
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...
expired meter of dreams
drenched in city dawn
a tarnished dime
stares heads up
empty eyed
stuck on a crimson clot
late night bar fight
spilled into the street
fists then bullets
screeching tires
crumpled body in...
The Number of Our Days
Your flesh was a glass chorus
of cruel sirens
who with every touch
chafed the ribbons of my fingers raw.
In your blue eyes
I notched with a yellow...
The crushed cup (Sen no Rikyu, 1522-1591)
after a final sip
the master crushed his favorite cup
bid each honored guest farewell
retreated to the garden
to rend from flesh
undying essence
sever the shadow
of the moon...
floating
îmi amintesc de tine
doar cînd dorm
cu genele pline
de nesomn
(plutire)
I recall you
asleep
with lashes heavy
of awake
(floating)
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By PUIU JIPA: floating (translation by dana neacsu; visual calin georgescu)
Waitress’s
Two waitress’s at IHOP talk
vaccinations between Swedish
pancakes and Denver omletts.
Talk about their kids...
what ails them now, while walking
platters, scraping change
and worn dollar bills
into no...
your name in the bamboo grove
once
deep in green bamboo
the swaying stalks
thick with delicate leaves
joined their lofty spires
high above our heads
conflicting sun
shattering its urgency
into blinding streamers
tendriling down
torquing between the wind
swayed...
last rite
Sunday Christian radio
Jesus on every other station
the frequency of God
stero summoned
sermoned into farmland and suburbia
I avoid
content for now
with Lady Ga Ga
as I blow past
a...
from innocence
oh memory
childhood illusion
behind what synapse
the aroma of smoldering autumn fire
suburban side roads
softly gauzed in smoky light
children’s saturday voices
rising from yards
family raked
weekend chored to
the status...
find me
baby left
sometimes she leaves
stays away…
I wait I
can’t stand
waiting –
cannot make her
come back
soon enough
slowly
time erases
sorrow slakes
sleepers
wake again
together
one on one
laugh away
the hours lost
the shadow’s left
slowly fading
on...
