Thursday, September 26, 2013

Snejana Onopka

Snejana Onopka

So you're sitting around in some swanky café in Kiev (where they still let you
smoke in cafes) and Snejana Onopka sits down at your table and gives you that look.

You may be gay, you may be straight, you may be super-cali-fetishistic-XP-alidocious...

You may be male or female, you may be a dog or a cat, you may be the skeleton of a
long-forgotten pirate accidentally re-animated by some comical deity...

But whoever/whatever you are...

You melt into the moment.

 
 

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Nine Nakednesses

I saw nine nakednesses on my way to Paradise
and for all I know there may be a
new and different nakedness in every atom.

I saw

so much shining

that after the first
nine nakednesses, I was as blind as Moses.

 
 

Monday, September 9, 2013

Translation

This is a poem that translates into darkness.

Get down on your knees!
Give away all your money!
Forget about art!

My friends!

Are you
more like a tweet, or more like the
heat of a thousand suns?

Are you the golem in my genome?
Are you daughters of art?
Are you money?

My darlings!

Ring every alarm!
Hock your bling! Hock your bong! Hock your karma!
Get down on your knees!

Give away all your money!

 
 

Thursday, September 5, 2013