Yes, there's intimacy
and then there's the times you
get naked and drunk
and cuddle in bed
and tell each other things you'd never
tell sober
“Last time I got so drunk,” she
said, “I got my hands on
a poster with
a missing child and called the
number
and got under the blanket with
the phone,
started crying and said,
'Daddy, daddy, I miss youuu!”
It fucked up the guy who answered
the phone but... my crying
was genuine.
I really felt everything I've said.”
He just laughed
and hugged
her tighter
There would be no closer intimacy
than this
era boxer a apucat îndeletnicirea cam pe la opt ani și n-a mai lăsat-o din mâini. Din nefericire însă, a fi un bun boxer nu-ți garantează și o slujbă bună în societatea de azi. Tot ce-a reușit a fost să se angajeze ca agent de pază într-un un club de noapte local. IQ-ul său nu prea i-a venit în ajutor. Bătu un număr destul de mare de agitatori pe acolo și asta i-a câștigat o reputație a devenit o vedetă locală femeile-l doreau și l-au avut și viața a fost bună până când oponentul invincibil a pășit în ring. Ei bine, sunt mulți oponenți invincibili în viața unui bărbat, însă al lui a fost cancerul la prostată. Toate femeile care voiau să facă poze cu el și îi cereau autograful pe sâni și voiau să-l ia cu ele acasă nu mai însemnau nimic acum. Una dintre ele…
that love is a strange thing we need not remind ourselves again too much has been said about the damn thing and not enough has been felt we're not getting anywhere like that, are we? Rather than talk about it just allow yourself to feel Maybe go out, open the trunk of your car and find among the junk the thick, white rope that not too long ago circled her throat she wanted to die that day but you wouldn't let her followed her into the forest, you have. And tackled her at the base of the wide oak tree with low branches you robbed her of her rope like robbing an elderly lady of her purse in some dark parking lot She cried and held on to it but you were more determined life won over death that day life has to win over death every day, while death…
She could say it if
she wanted
to but
the words would
carry no
weight behind them
like a cat shaking
the paw with
you
and not understanding
the real meaning
behind
the gesture
so was her
every
“I love you.”
Enough to make an
old boy cry
but he
preferred suicide
Needless to say
her response
was
“Meh.”
Camera era rece
și flori gri de mucegai
înfloreau pe pereți.
Și-a dat jos papucii
și aceștia fiind cele mai calde
lucruri din cameră
puiul de pisică
se adăposti într-unul din ei.
El stătu pe o saltea în colț
și mângâie pisica
din papuc.
Deodată, zâmbi și zise,
– Eh, măcar n-am datorii.
Până și Dumnezeu
a fost de acord cu el. I-a făcut
cu ochiul
prin gaura din tavan.
she looks up at me with
eyes hidden, almost locked,
behind
thick bars of hair
that reaches all the way to
her small nose
Hair discolored like
dry straw,
second in paleness only
to her ghostly face
She doesn’t stare too much
because there
are other things to see
in the room
She moves
on. Not
knowing that I also stared
at her. Into her soul
I’ve spotted an unquenched
cry there
The easiest to
recognize is the cry of loss
and that’s what I saw there
paired with
the cry of want
She wants to get away
from here
Far, far away. She wants to go
and never stop. Wants
to travel into
forever
and I’d like to
take her
there
But alas,
I am stuck here onto
this wall
frozen in time
I'm a static
painting
And my cold
words
void of any vibration
will never reach her
I have to make my peace
with it. Yeah, some
people just don’t read
poetry. And even if
they do, what are the chances
they’d read mine?
Wow, what a fool I can be at times
But, well, at least
I have my dreams
and myself to laugh at
You don’t need much else
in eternity
Daydreaming as a profession 