Martian Gothic Poem by Selenaru Negrea

Martian Gothic



the time when water cannot be seen
the time when our shadow lays eggs
on the cozy bed of the barrel

how i love the gelatinous pipes!
each shiny heart forgets my will

six round clouds above the brewery...
on the far quicksand beaches
yellowish-black guns lost their voice

silence was never so green!

(6 July 2008)

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Selenaru Negrea

Selenaru Negrea

Constanta, Romania
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