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.