IULIA GHERGHEI

IULIA GHERGHEI

THE SITUATION IS BLEAK

How is the situation

How did the muses behaved lately?

I tell you, my friend the situation is critical

I see muses in every corner

They lick languidly pink lollipops

And spray my sheets of paper

With ink like crazy octopuses

I tried to run in the other room

To walk through walls

To bang nails in the doors but

something sticky kept my shoes in place

A tentacle offered me the pen

A sour smile lighted my face

The muses are back to their pacifiers

A DRAGON STORY

Saint George had slayed the dragon

Head after head rolled on the pavement

A surprised stare was hanging in their eyes

Ashes from their breath were snowing on the hero's shoulders

And silence erupted from the grass

His mission is over

He may return to being humble again

Or else

A new dragon will fly around

Spitting flames as praise

THE PLOT THICKENS...

Mad man across the street,

That I can cope with

But pigeons without breaks

Without a system of smoothly landing on my windows sill

Unbearable....

Every morning my sweet dream

Is irreparable broken by their bang on my window

Like projectiles, these bullets pigeons

Stop their flight smashing their well fed chests into my window.....

And then they sing their love songs

I suspect they act like that because they need someone to witness their existence...

Like we all do

IULIA GHERGHEI