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..myself and my mother
by Lucia Daramus
my mother had big belly
in her cave I lay 9 months.
god, god stuck my look
not to look in people's eyes.
even in the womb
god, god gave me to suck lorazepam
the mother's belly was a pothole with sleepers.
there, the subway of God walked
when I came out I found other subway
it was connected to god, god.
the underground whistles, sighs, and whistles again.
outside it was like in my mother's womb – darkness -
peoples say that they see, but they do not see.
I do not watch people, but I can see.
sometimes, when I am angry I beat my head against the wall
the walls are white cobwebs
my head is the tongue of a bell
and my head rings: ding-dang, ding-dang...
everything is left out
how I was abandoned by my mother's womb
god, god has a womb with sleepers for subway
there people linger lonely, and bored, and
they beat their heads against God-wall, and
their heads ring ding-dang, ding-dang...
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