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...
the ride
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...
Yellow Manhattan
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...
promise
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...
homage to fried shoes*
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...
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...
Mis-appelation
Unspooled on a fractured sidewalk
an abstract horn man
threads breath into wind
conjurs up a street hustle kiss
in sweet, mostly un-noticed love songs…
Autumn in New York
April...
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...
The revolutionist
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...
asicanine (a call to dogs)
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...
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...
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...
Lux
Light is salutation is New York at night is a billion sparks fallen
from a heaven of stars to pulse above Harlem, Carnegie
Hall, Soho, Little...
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)





















