Second tunnel
Second tunnel
by Bogdan Puslenghea
A tongue in exile
With a relaxed and fashionable mind
well kept under a hat of automatic flesh
cut this pluriverse in thirty pieces,
make another ancient file
walk like you don’t care.
A tongue exile
Speak inert words for revenge.
Gather anger within the large smile.
Accept that you are cliché,
let others bother –
they tell you a lot of things…
Third tunnel,
this train is old
and
the trip
is
long
Funny and Funest
they meet alone.