Any man by Geo Bogza
Any man whom I cannot love is – to me – a spring of deep sorrow.
Any man whom I have loved and can’t love anymore is – to me – a step closer to death.
When I won’t be able to love anymore, I will die.
You, who know yourselves to deserve my love, be careful not to kill me.
Gathered on sex’s first meridian by Geo Bogza
Gathered on sex’s first meridian,
The continent’s pimps
Decided to elect the great Mongol of vaginas.
For the most beautiful girls of the nations,
Continental newspapers devised eulogies on thousands of columns.
For the jewel of the award-winning vagina,
All the continent’s billionaires
Backstage, sharpen their phallus of gold.
With knees-to-mouth, clenched-fists
The babies sleep in mothers’ bellies,
Tender question marks.
With a straight body, face upwards
The dead sleep in earthly depth,
Rigid exclamation marks.
What do they know? So categorical they are!
The nightmare by Geo Bogza
I was wandering through a city of dogs
Dogs… only dogs roamed the streets:
Some in one direction, others in other.
All wearing a yellowy briefcase
And passing, full of themselves, to and fro.
My astonishment would not have been so
Nor the fear, making me stick to the walls
If, from the glances they were throwing at me,
Were I not to know that the briefcases were sewn
From human skin.