let me tell you something
( I'm nervous )
and as always whenever I'm nervous
I'm thinking about you and I feel like pissing out fear
forgive me for not believing in the winter's white friendships anymore
which clap the streets and blocks on their shoulders
the poems with shut glued eyelids
that should caress my lips with their frozen chin
in the GPS waves which open up their petals
and give off your orange and connex phone numbers
in the cartoons with all disney crew
which would gleam in your hair when I saw you the first time
mad about you/ there is nothing appealing nothing breath-taking
in all this
I'm not falling asleep when hesperides nights I'm sewing
the surroundings with my eyes going through the horizon's red pin head and wait
to tear your jumper's sleeves in the stars
hitting comets filling up a black hole
with your sole
broaching the sleep from dreams
the air's watery lace is let loose
the same time with the luxurious vegetation of your shoes
and gestures the decays in the furniture
are making bubbles from the chewing gum the moon lays
its mourning over the heads in the horizon
alibaba is selling kebab on the foreshore in Neptun
sesame becomes the word when your eyes open wide
there is no need except some slats nailed
in the margins of the rains and windows
of so many disappointments and obsessions
and it'd be the end of it
piano keys which every hour should step on
an exclusive issue of evenimentul zilei
( that I'd send you)
saying that at the North Pole icebergs
melt every time you come out at the window in the morning
the old blocks of flats catch their breaths among cracks
with difficulty when you pass by them
cars leak oil, computers lose ram memory
fairy tales lose Sindbad, Abu Hassan and Seherezada
and the entire life on your street
is looking for a flask still
to keep something inside.