A last breath of air
there are people whom you should always fear I climb down the block stairs
you can’t trust them you can’t pet them their eyes are horrifying tense
night has come in the garden among the rosebushes I distinguish the
stretched silhouette the body of darkness and the lady pharmacist looks at
me focused
if you dig behind the hedge where the moon can barely reach and the foam
grows unhampered you’ll find us fatted and you’ll find our hands kneading
restlessly like a wave like a large surface of water the moon turns up in the
garden across the road
I can’t breath underneath the blanket in
this scum of a city
without addiction and memory loss I’d be nothing I’d be just an ordinary
drunk and my time would soon come and you’d bury me in the garden
beneath the hedge for the worms to eat me for the creatures of bucharest to
gnaw me
it’s not your fault no use in feeling sorry no use in embracing us you’d better
go home your momma needs you and your dead father
a last breath of air ‘cause the clouds begin to gather
The shapes that entangle us
it’s no big deal walking along an empty street at night
when people coil up in their dens the terrible fear which stifles me when I
discover forbidden things how subtle the passing the change of perspective
the complex reaction in moments like this I am no longer sure of anything
and my life becomes as dense as the shots fired at funerals
some things I can’t control at all
the guilt crumbles down inside me I hear undistinguishable echoes don’t
leave me alone in my corner sit down next to me talk to me in that special
way your voice hides the slow advancement of the shadows and the objects
that whiz settle down and straighten up you’d say the air was splintered by
the shape that hardens the skin
in my place there’s none but the creature left behind
to put it differently my outlines are now filled by you it happens like in great
wars when with well-planned howls warriors rush at each other and their
arms flicker the one that hunts me feeds upon me don’t you think it could be
otherwise that things could go better the shape that shakes the stone is my
hands and fear just like a huge sand wave it floods my mouth
the looks from beneath the shadows are like clear summer nights
when our eyes close and everything sparkles for one second think of the
graceful electric bolts that move under your eyelids after you press your
eyeballs desperately fearing that tomorrow you’ll be a lesser man smaller
and weaker before their ardent beauty see the shapes that whisper see how
good it feels to be there maybe my whisper has lost its grace maybe now it’s
your time
don’t you think my hands ever stop trembling
I tell you this one last time bones are heavier than flesh while the shape that
kills changes into a raging dog only then comes the night of my power the
white fangs show from under the snarling lips and the claws clench watch
my collapsed body my dead eyes this is how the one you love looks like
in those last minutes I spend with you I want to leave you a path a trace
I can’t use anything that’s mine anymore but I have a simple break of
rhythm instead a small pause during which things become clearer I feel you
understand me let’s say this is the neutral zone the place where we are no
longer ourselves see how our brains touch so slowly so lustfully while in the
sky the sun dies the stars fall with a long hiss
This piece is an extract from: Electric Bolts. Shapes Beneath The Skin
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