catastih

creste-n masura-n care poate
c-ar scadea tot la fel de bine
ritmul preocuparilor nocturne
peste crangul care tace
n-adoarme, dar nici nu striga
poate c-ar chema si ajutoare
dar n-are nimeni voie
ca s-auda
disperarea
cea de pe urma.
cimitirele invoca stresul
tirurile se rastoarna-n curbe
politia comanda vitele
cum sa pasca
pe pajisti
ziua-n amiaza mare
cand vitezomanii
se omoara
si raman tot mai putini
oamenii cu cap pe umeri
nu trupuri fara vreo identitate
dar pline de
fite si de toane

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