Into The Shout Poem by Bogdan Puslenghea

Big moon on blue
moving through
the trees down
my favorite
street
Nebula.

Woman thy
irritable strength
weighs as
this
World

to my one limited self
to my one primitive approach
to my in&out,
my to&fro.

A heart around my
neck - head up
rising
Starlight

cigarette burn.

She has a subtle strange beauty
under-dressed
non-provocative
like fish on fire;

someone pronounced the word love
and later someone sang the word love
and what I did (on no)
I took it all in my chest.