Demons and tealights

[kulla]

life misserable,
notepad, record,
sunday no flowers,
no rest, no cry,
no laugh.
moment forgoten,
flowery fire soon,
out of paper and ink,
epiriot papirus,
piromania,
Copying Joyce
next to periperi chicken,
Angel,
Upper Street to hell.
demons and tealights,
bellydancers hidden underneath the table
jellybelly,
eyes, childish smile, invite,
prostitutes on windows,
breed invitro.
that's not London,
it's the low countries,
lovely orange cows,
a city dalled Amsterdam,
damned within my so...
walking again,
awake,
new flowers, new rest,
new cry, new laugh
and the rubbish collector

[Hipparchia]

I am your perfect glass
of wine
macerated
beneath your feet
or smashed
into endless pieces
against
your filthy bed
of my dreams
my abundant bittered blood
splashed
all over the floor
mixed
with clumps
of my nails skin hair
in the hallways
where
your firm silent feet
trample
on my disintegrated
coagulated fluids--
You have dropped me
and let me break…

spring '04

[kulla]

mazeltov.....!

[Henri]

Thjeshtë, saktë dhe bukur.

[Hipparchia]

***
i could see you among the stars tonight,
though you were hardly visible.
or maybe your face was the background
against which I could see the stars...

***
the depth in his eyes
and the brightness of the sun.
couldn't figure out which one
was the more blinding.

***
a long and lazy day awaits me,
a day of dreaming up impossible embraces,
thinking up impossible realities
between our legs.

***
my lovers are poets, potheads, prostitutes, or drunks
neither of which makes a difference in my bed
as long as they know how to torture me
with their presence, their penis, or their pen.