Bitter Poems

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...

You flew in my room I'd left the door cracked against the autumn air A wren you were no bigger than a latchkey   Lucky for you it was only me in residence The cat was gone just dreaming perhaps of...

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...

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...

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...

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)

koi pond fish papaya hued glows like burning coal a drawn out ember orange under blue skinned water swims through tree limbs kissing robins flying in fallen sky floating beneath my eyes where for a...

As if I could say it Aloud I swim inwardly (eternally) *** de parca ai putea sa spui cuiva ca inoti doar iin tine (fara speranta)  

The poet who holds fire in his hand trembles knows the scent of his own seared flesh writhes as the blackened didgets bubble and seethe feasts his eyes on the urgent...

  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.

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...

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...

sitting between you and yourself the unorthodox past I came from a thin planet of sin, indeed, and the sin, Angel and Lucifer, was melting if I could understand happiness I'd be sad,...

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...