Selenaru Negrea

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starfish bread silking near
when i exit one's green
timeless powder of love
kept in impossible bottles
...

of lightflakes haunting sadness
is to make dust castles
as pure as walls can be
...

3.

oozing sand blood
wanting to wallpaint
a desire from neverwood
burning as a sun's fingers
...

in the meat of colors
i always dream salty
i roar at the silksnakes
avoiding my tentacles
...

silksnakes
lurking across
the forests the deserts
of my body of my mind
...

rain falling up
on the rivers of the suns -
our heads are the clouds
...

helicopters are swimming through the air
and i can smell their vibration.
when the grass is panicked,
i feel thirsty.
...

our head breathes helium;
in every breath
we feel the smoke of generations.
...

nine moons
hovering over the luxurious city
and in my glass stomach
...

crunchy cellar door flowers
rising below the ground level
of pink poverty and fruitful
ziggurats made in 1897
...

singing coffee flowers
always take me away
from the midnight brown above
...

beneath the yellow moons
my two eyespiders come
and they are never late.
...

word,
you're my mouthfruit
always running away from me
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(like eggs) i lay my shadows
in this neighbourwood
with soul restaurants
and old ceramic stashes
...

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

as far the floors
they are now wet so
you don't teleport through
doors sneaking towards
...

dead
the sky lies
on the bottom of the glass
...

two white towers
raise their ice caps
in the two oceans
...

with all that i said
've melted the ice cream star

what bows and arrows
...

The Best Poem Of Selenaru Negrea

Gloscein

starfish bread silking near
when i exit one's green
timeless powder of love
kept in impossible bottles

more blue torches in the ocean fire
dazing down colorful abysses
no other seaflower ever felt
in water veins, under water veils

no air desert brings near debris
two more skinned bodies of mine
are buried under the sea's flagstones

soiled desires, suns burning nowhere
and there's the ocean of the voice -
a miracle beyond any other miracle.

(5 August 2008)

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