Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Bogdan Puslenghea

Second tunnel

 A tongue in

 On a relaxed

 and fashionable mind

 well kept under

 a hat of automatic flesh

 cut this multiverse

 in thirty pieces,

 make another

 ancient file-

 walk like

 you don’t care.

 A tongue exile

 Speak inert words of  revenge.

 Gather anger within the large smile.

 Accept that you

 are cliché,

 let others

 bother -

 they tell you a lot of things.

Third tunnel,

 this train is old

 the trip



 Funny and Funest,

 they meet


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