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Bogdan Puslenghea


from The surface of the siren in / seven steep steps



C

hover indiscrete
clenching
my sentences from
sordid margins

upon the specters in the street

i tear the thousand species of retreat
i toss and twist the fables indistinct.

perverted with humanity, diminished
swaddled with city thorns -
i try to keep some dignity,
some pose

i grope precisely deep in fantasy,
distort reproaches of divinity

with pampered whimpers
of new Dawn.


it’s
between me(n)
& other creatures
of flesh


F

onward &
onward

when your dreams make sense
you are a survivor

rock me down with it
step off

the it men quit

kinky edges
Incidence &Co


G

I stumble
upon
a piece
of
moon
in
a
pond

I,
the graced
worm

muddening the sky


D

this damp rush
this deep useless vision

our children are old
while we are unborn

while we change directions

like young trees
happily in love with the wind

bathing faintless in
the dreams of light

holding the momentary truth

stop this rush
stop reality


A

by the blessed water
into the sacred fire, down
to the root
with the precision of
superstition
I climb a mountain /
high


G


No I mean
                Yes

the stylized horrors of war dreamt
in a sanatorium in a dream from which
wake up and outside is snowing in March
the woman with nougat nipples spread all over the sheets



Bogdan Puslenghea is from Timisoara. His work has appeared in Otoliths, Truck, and Caliban online.
 
 
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