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Un visător distras (a distracted dreamer)
Some things can never be put back together
Some things can never
be put back together
after they’ve been
taken apart
No matter how much
willpower is involved
One of those things,
she now knew for sure,
was a marriage
Like the one
she was presently fleeing,
flying down the highway
like a fiend or a bat out of hell
Another such thing
could be her right hand
resting severed on the seat
there beside her
Though she wasn’t so
sure about the hand
Maybe if she made it
to the hospital in time?
Maybe
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possessed
It wasn't looking good at all
the framed picture of Jesus
had cuts all over it
On the face
In the hair
On the hands joined in prayer
And the eyes were crossed out deep
and cut out
why would he
do that?
Why would a five year old do that
to the gift he got from
grandma?
Was the child possessed? Oh, God! Was
the child possessed by the devil?
They took him to church to
find out
and the priest
asked him why did he cut the Jesus
in the framed picture and
the kid said, "I wanted a bike, not a stupid
picture!"
"He is definitely possessed," said the priest
"You'll have to bring him
to church every Thursday and Sunday. And I
will give you further instructions."
Grandma fainted
mother broke down crying
Father got him a bike actually. But mother
and grandma made sure it
won't reach him. Because father left
mother and went
away to live a life of sin with another woman.
All ties had to be cut
with that sinner.
The bike was donated to a foster home where
the nuns pasted a picture of Jesus
on the basket to protect the
rider from accidents
But the first kid who rode it fell off while
climbing a slope and
the bike slid across the asphalt
leaving deep scratches into the face of Jesus
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knight piece
the knight piece of
a chess board
is a sharp thing
because of the horse's pointy ears
This old man came into the ER
with one of those stuck
in his eye
and of course the medics asked how the hell
did it happen
He told them he didn't see with
that eye anyway
"Yes, but still, why did you do it? Why
would you stab the piece
into your eye like that?"
Someone whispered 'dementia'
The patient was in his mid eighties
He told them,
"I just had to get out of that place. Y'all
have anything to drink 'round here?"
The next day an article had been printed
in the local paper
titled
WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER PUT YOUR
OLD PARENTS INTO A NURSING HOME
It was long
and few people read it
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unlovable trash
well
there's plenty of cutesy names to
call one's children
but his was 'unlovable trash'
He remembered it from the time he was in the crib
They held him there
for longer than most parents
held their kids in cribs. Though only dad
called him so
because he constantly claimed he wasn't his
unlovable trash
he had the wrong skin tone
was too pale
with curly orange hair
and freckles
but mom always pretended she didn't
hear
the words
unlovable trash
she would act as if they were never uttered
and growing up
he thought
unlovable trash was a good thing
thought it was how you show love to your loved
ones
"Mom, you’re unlovable trash."
she was so happy to hear it
she burst into tears and went into the
kitchen and uncorked a bottle of wine
and drank it all by herself. What an
unlovable trash she was
Unfortunately
by the time he could pronounce the lovely
words
father was no longer in his life
but father too
was an unlovable trash
Thank you!
I am hell
he could count the major events
in his life on a
mangled hand's fingers
But this was one of them. The day she took him
to church.
So that's what girlfriends are for.
But he didn't like the church
didn't like the songs
didn't like the preacher and the preaching
the man spoke of hell. But he
didn't know
shit about hell. No baby, hell's not a place
where you go,
it's a place where you stay. Namely, a body
and a mind that has no
major passions
no drive towards improvement
no dreams
no goals
no desire to get out and connect with the world
no love to share
no stories to tell or disposition to listen
no reasons to live or carry on
In other words, me, motherfucker. I am hell.
He broke up with
his girlfriend the next day. Her crying didn't
affect him
Overthinking
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not too many horizons
Not too many horizons
when you live in a small home
with small windows
and thick blinders
and only face the smoky ceiling
as you sit sprawled on the bed,
bottle in hand, more empty than full,
cigarette between fingers, more ashes
than light.
Work starts only the day after tomorrow
so there is nothing to do now
just like there won't be much to do then
He's not alone in this,
this young man
He thinks now of past lovers
and it's like God delivers a gift all of a sudden
There's a knock on the door
he stands
dizzy
about to vomit
and finds his way to the door
opens
Well.
Hell.
It's been... What, a year already?
The woman holds a child in her arms
and tells him it's his.
The same whore who ran away with the little
money he had about a year ago,
just after they've done it and got wasted on the
same bed he rose from.
Thank you, God
It's, you know, just what the
hell I needed.
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lewd drawings
The day she realized she hated her
brother was the day she went into his
room
until then she loved him,
everyone loved him
He was the family's artist, the prodigy
and he was damn good
and had some career ahead of him
"A rare talent," the
teachers said
And sure the teachers were right
but they didn't know about the
prodigy's secret stash of
lewd drawings featuring his little
sister and even his mother
they were skillfully laid across A4
pages divided in panels and some
even had speech bubbles and
what was written in those speech bubbles
made her burst out of the cursed room
and run into hers screaming
"Sick fuck sick fuck sick fuck fuck!"
The family dinner was never the
same
nothing was the same
And why she kept the secret,
she didn't know
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Daydreaming as a profession 