Thursday, February 14, 2013

Carpe Diem


genunchiul fără frică  pus pe acest pat

cînd pereții ard de jur împrejur

palma din gheață sculptată după fruntea și imaginea mea

tu știi cine sînt?

unde mergem și cît putem îndura?

degeaba închid  radioul, fereastra și mă ascund după ficus

ești respirația gură la gură dintre pastilă și bubă

prima și ultima rază alunecate după perdea

cu buze uscate  repet în urechea de plastic a telefonului

aici, apasă aici, dă drumul garoului

sîngele promis vieții, să curgă

brațele tale labirint știu sa țină piept inimii

știu să țină inima la piept

sînt gata.

am pus creionul jos

și termometrul și hîrtia și apa

poemul acesta se învîrte

eu amețesc și tu rîzi

Friday, February 08, 2013

The *NHS Song

There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live
And no wonder our paths come to cross
You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell
Each time my health is at loss
You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet
But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because
I am loosing terrain you drive me insane
And I don't know the name of your boss

Your  system has crashed your words come out mashed
My story – I say it again
But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone
and my patience’s being washed down the drain

My lips turning pale you’re biting your nail
I just need my prescription, I’m sore
You smile with a smile, I repeat for a while
Everything that I told you before
You click and you stare at the screen I don’t dare
To look for the fear that you’re wrong
I can not buy time even for this crime
But tonight (oh, boy, this is so worth breaking a rhyme)  you’ll be blown on my blog

There’s a fire alarm and you say with a charm
'Please leave the premesis now'
I’ll be damned if I go, all I need is to know
Are you stupid or simply a cow
We part and I leave you wave and I grieve
For they won’t let me kill on the spot
And all I can do is wait a day or two
‘Till Tuesday is better' you thought


This saga was mine, I bet my last dime
That the papers will take them to pieces
The name of the story, for such fame and and such glory:

NHS – Hope is for sissies

NHS = National Health Service

Note: This poem is based on a true story and is aiming to reveal the impotence of a failing system. 

Monday, February 04, 2013

Control Panel. Test 01

Statement 1.The poem bellow is false

there’s no rush in pushing dreams
one into another and watch them disappear into black holes
like shiny balls on a Saturday night pool table
no need for hope and fear
to marry again and again and again
lovers can only be parents to one eternal daughter: agony

open your eye
the voices in my head are now quiet
muted by the glowing in the dark yoyo of life
forever ends Tuesday and
 it doesn’t matter why
or how or who played in it

the Big Engineer wants us to be grateful
for every dove flying above our heads
for every loaf of bread sliced on the kitchen table
for every mouthful of air allowed in this room

‘Breath in and hold’/ (should I do what I’m told?)
I take in you2 and exhale love dioxide.

Statement 2.The poem above is true

Audio version:   Control panel. Test 01 by Corina Gina Papouis