jazz
happiness in
cans, the general poem
of yesterday’s
life, –
round, flat and moving –
I like you,
there’s this
beautiful
Fucked-upness
around you.
a blue cat and a pessimistic friend
the blue cat is a cat from a dream;
what about the poem?
it reminds us of the unborn cat
that we all take care of,
the cat’s name is Val
mont Green.
things that put people in their places:
like men being bad and masculine
and women being smart, aware, clean and kinky.
interesting looking people,
tonight.
what about the dream?
in the dream, the catdream
eats the birddream,
the dream’s name is Fe
mi
na
ture, party on –
you will lose yourself in
your own, little,
adorable words; as
long as – you think – are
adorable –
I am willing to take
chances, in woe, awe –
mystical,
experience –
abstraction&time&
Sonic
signs
I’m all
e a r s
as the scene goes clean.
Puslenghea Bogdan
Pic: Claire Palmer