My World Is Crowded! ! ! Poem by Dorina Neculce

twilights bound

on lips you friend of mine since you have gone

mom stays in front of the gate everyday

with a dry hand she evens her eyes

'maybe he hasn't forgetten' says she

'maybe he hasn't forgetten that the world is the size of a nut

of light green'

my world is full of lights I tell her

my world sweats and is piling up

as a mad dog in a slack time

at your feet are breaking into statuettes

with edgy faces I warn you my friends

prefabricated images are coming

double-faced and amazing