by Adina Dabija
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Something Wild
There is something wild
like a red flower opening in the night.
There is something turning inside out
slowly and yet fast
like the blowing of a pink bubble gum balloon as you walk
away from a cheating lover
There is something wild.
You can’t see it, but it’s here
and that’s what keeps you alive.
Thanks to it, you see something else, not a tree
not a moon, not an elephant,
not a tree growing from the moon eating an elephant
but something else that the tree, the elephant, you and the moon
share in secret
something hidden
that holds the moon up in the sky
and the elephant up in the moon
and you riding the elephant
something very slow like a kiss
and yet fast, like the happiness of the line becoming a circle
something turning you inside out
that makes you really high
and really wild.
Sun-bath
Flock of white birds reaching for the sun
hundreds of birds abandoning their shadow
all in one movement
glistering feathers, burning with love
rubbing the air to give birth to a spark
that shimmers on your face
entering your pupil so it revives
the red bird of your soul.
Haloween 2013
Red and blue and yellow and green
how beautiful you are tonight in the Halloween basket
just before I hide you from my children
a feast of colors and smells
– Skittles, Twix, M & M
and other strange names coming from a strange world
in which clarity and confusion
mingle together around a big breath in and a big breath out
like clouds momentarily obstructing the sunlight
there is no warranty in this world
of red 5 and yellow 7
you knew someone and the next day he’s gone
hiding the basket of candies won’t prevent
cavities, cancer and a diffuse sense of powerless from happening
Rather keep your heart soft
and don’t be harsh on yourself
when you are left with a big basket of candies after Halloween
whether you eat it or not,
is less important
than spending this suspended moment of silence in front of it
letting the colors, the fragrances, and even their intrinsic vice
pass your heart and your senses
like clouds momentarily obstructing the sunlight
with a big smile on your face
before hiding it from your children.
I will never buy a cheap house in Pensylvanya
I swear I will never buy a cheap house in Pensylvanya
Romulus bought one for twenty thousand
You should get one too – he tells me,
The taxes are small, the air is fresh
You can retire here, get old and die peacefully.
But I think
The dogs can bark me just as well here in New York
While paying triple
Why pay less and get more
When you can pay more and get less
‘Cos that empty space that is left to you from that less you are getting
Is your feedom to watch the clouds changing shape
Some questions can only be asked on the edge of the abyss.
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