O poezie

Mi-am amintit acuma că în clasa a IX-a găsisem o poezie care chiar îmi place. Poezia este în engleză şi să mă trăsnească fulgerul dacă ştiu cum se cheamă sau autorul ei. Şi dacă vă întrebaţi de ce scriu la ora asta este pentru că nu mi-e somn. Stay (sic).

Optimism,

Trust,

Fearless,

Authority,

And disaster,

Eating Filth

And transforming it,

With white

Intentions,

Into black

Compassion,

I want to be

Filthy

And anonymous

I want to be filthy

And anonymous

I want to be filthy and anonymous

Open your eye lids

And see it look good,

Drinking poison

And in each sip

On your lip

Is wisdom

Mind.

I like warm air

Going over

My skin,

Billions

Of world

Systems,

Your body is

Crawling

And crashing

Into the surf.

Pouring

Money

Down

Another

Hole

Pouring money

Down another hole

Pouring money down

Another hole,

And keep it

Hidden.

When Adam

And Eve

Were in the Garden of Eden,

God asked Eve

Not to do

Two things,

Not to eat

The fruit,

And not to go swimming,

So she ate

And went for a swim,

That’s why

The ocean smells

Of fish.

You and I are

Sleeping on

A cement

And linoleum

Kitchen floor,

You look like

A television set

Sitting on

A refrigerator,

I would crawl

Through a mile of shit

To suck off

The last guy

Who fucked her.