Stainless Monograms
Dear alliteration, you stare fatidically, sample our blue bough,
the lofty forehead’s pyroclasts from our ebullient periods…
Don’t be disconcerted, the wagtail is monogamous, though.
The plaudits’ plaster reins you, the moon’s not hasty to play ads !
Our creativeness besieges you — virginal dendrograms —…
Be your words of praise whispers, I’d rather buy new flowerpots !
Our souls sublimate into immutable seals with monograms…
The water moieties bite the blazing vows from riverside sand lots !
It’s not unprecedented or deplorable the widowing void
breeds power outage in your sullen brain, it’s excellent !
How applaudable you tolerate, cyclically, the paraboloid
light of the abstract, prophetic sun in pure imperial refinement… !
Fraternally, Jesus is on my side : I sell another florescent book
— the glacé cherry tree’s guarantee for ripening and immortality —
I smooth two inoxidable mystic taxi rides, buy a prayerbook…
How masterful’s the wheat — champion of deepening density… !
My rhetorical tree unspells the leaves of voicelessness,
rummages the hoarfrost, dismisses the demons of castigation…
Soon my forests will take root for fulgurating forgetfulness
and Neptunian ponds striking through irrepressible iridizations…
Most Respectfully Yours, Mr Beaver !
“There’s no such thing as life without a whit of love !” –
avowed the chrysanthemum in a festival, otherwise suave.
“How pluvial all the familiar felicities are !”
“How savourless all the degreased feelings from afar !”
“Give your love a print ! It seems washier, discordant,
a Sybarite in her fluffy dressing gown as adjuvant !”
“Delegate ! How I would delegate my beige pasteboard life !
I would marbleise the ponderous thicket of my heart’s strife !”
However, erstwhile bounteous pathways recede and narrow,
the conductor’s finesse keeps time for the garden’s morrow…
Insolent chimaera displaying snobbish false eyelashes
steer parrotlike days of stark-naked salsa bashes…
The positive thinking of soubrettes wearing vison coats peeps
languorously through door viewers at extrinsic pantheon beeps…
The most unctuous feigned Traviata would pettily troat
from the smoothest bigwig language under mason’s float.
Guffawing kermises and the recidivist team spirit
enrich enamoredness with a civic support, the naturist grit.
Carbonated orange Mirindas slither alongside wishful strivings,
hotly seasoned geese assume newfangled strawberry stirrings.
Dextroses, corrugated crepon excitements, fluorescent eosins
mottle the destiny’s main beams and life boats with tocsins…
Empurpling amorousness, in stereo, disenchanted blackbirds,
magmatic concupiscences spluttering rotten window sherds,
futile Vesuviuses, berries and abundantly freckled hopes,
dandelion princesses, latterly fidelised, tropical tropes,
the vectorisations of mistresses paralysed in silicones,
the consultative councils of the talion-freesias, syntones,
the ambitions of the larval wheels, retired magpies,
slightly aphonic, a dime a dozen pistils, methadone skies,
fluent signorinas-tambourines, bugleweed, piquant sinigrins,
refractory sluice gates, mofettes, indigenous keratins,
falling-in-love sets, indebted to phatic gablonz punches,
flaunt their pectins concealed under covetous crunches…
Please, accept my apologies, high ambassador of poplars,
birches, worthy of aim-and-shoot artistry in time-space pillars,
courteous, lively ball of fur, you, lasting taste of cellulose,
finicky healer of the fussy willows absorbed in couperose,
drujba chainsaw to hazelnut and soft ash trees, ruthless girth
and architect to the appetite for wood, sweet as loaf bread mirth !
Please, accept my apologies ! On a lyric hill, Dragobete, leaning
his forehead against the stars, reeled my dreams into rings.
He stole a white earring from me, earnest money for the minstrel.
My dearest June balm, melliferously blooming on the carousel,
I am the daughter of all the shepherd’s pipes dying at sheepfolds,
I descend from Minervas’ pulse, from histories of grain revolts.
I suffer from geomalism, I undergo treatment for tenderness,
I am symmetrical in the exodus to sheer altogetherness !
English version by Gabriela PACHIA