poem negru

gongul batea tarziu in noapte
si alarma se dadea instantaneu
ca de fiecare data cand coapte
perele cadeau pe jos si eu
le culegeam sa le mananc in voie.
fulgii fasolei se prepara la bucatarie
ca sa fie portia gata pe seara
si s-o pape Gigel pe toata
ca doar n-o sa lase-n farfurie.
canarul se agita-n colivie
pisicuta maraie de zor
telefonul suna-n noapte
ce mai vreme de huzur…

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