Irina Rus
we are here
multicorporeal jesters of delirium
chocking on laughter falling one over the other yelling
pardon me didn’t mean to stumble upon you
HAVE YOU SEEN
the mouth of the infinite snake
in which we usually pour ourselves like champagne on glass pyramids
T’HAS BEEN MISSING FOR OVER A MONTH NOW
where
will we dance our hungered vacuities where will we
fumble our three dimensionally chasmed wounds
each gripping on a limb so that all unevenness is avenged
WHERE will our saltatory gestures come about
we know they’re there
unattended
dormant in each fiber where
will we eviscerate our angst
this handle by which we grab onto nothingness
we rotate it ON EACH SIDE
half-dipping it in our
mouth HAVE YOU SEEN IT? It looks like
an opening towards a snake
in its belly
there’s a dismantling line of souls.