victory – freedom

an unthinkable victory within my reach.

a true victory – freedom in every sense of the word.

wild boar jumping through the woods

for you brother J. W. for you J. and W.

the sky is here compact like a metal pig-house

under which we grunt for precision,

but you, my friend, are free.

and don’t worry about time – time is the only thing we have;

stop finding it, just write, love and, yes,

make something beautiful

like the sound of this wild boar

caught jumping through the woods. 

pre-innocence

before we know it, here we are.

and then allow enough prodigality,

incessant solitude through which we

know to arrest the vitality of sorrow.

I am sorry, I did not know that a sun could slide to kill

right down my side of virtual frenzy.

I thought I was standing of flesh and good were the legs

to receive the attention of other legs

and up we were finding each other’s ending.

I was wrong.

ca o foarte colorată reabilitare a conştiinţei

până să se vindece lumea e timp încă de multe ţigări.
nu mai vreau să mă îndepărtez de tine nici măcar cu o ţigară.

copiilor handicapaţi din România.
copiilor handicapaţi din cartierul meu.
copiilor fără mâini sau fără picioare,
sau fără ambele mâini sau fără ambele picioare;
ca o privelişte foarte colorată fără corp.
şi mamelor handicapate din lume,
pe care le-am înjurat pentru avorturi, pornografii şi tutun.

şi se făcuse negru pe acoperişuri.

petrică bistran, 16aprilie2009.