Marius Surleac

 

Marius Surleac

 

(Romania)

 

 

 

ardour

 

was

back then on the hospital bed when

you couldn’t decide whether penumbra belongs

 

to the day itself or if vertigos make you feel like

there’s no universe between the doors of a heart bump

 

is

that moment when you see nothing but

the voice of a flesh fairy that sounds like

 

piano strings moving the dust while a story

teller finds the end clearer within perfusions

 

will

make your roots lost when her

touch on the brow thunders each limb

 

& a minute of ages passed by with a scythe

making you cry making you die…

 

 

 

WindRed

 

today’s the labour day

& people get off their boxes

 

somehow they move slower on sidewalks straight

into invisible lines with the brooms on shoulders

 

today’s an odd day & only a few cars go with the flow

leaving no bruise within the time-lapse brains

 

it’s cloudy outside & the grey blocks fade

in the red choreography of enormous kite posters

 

today we sing & dance with our chests full of hopes

with doves caged inside & pushing the ribs fast

 

no one wants to share the pain in the cheeks

while posing the children in future present

 

today the puppets swarm on the streets & somehow

it’s nineteen eighty-four and we’re not in a book

 

 

 

purple sky of nowhere

 

open the windows in the palm of my hand

boy

fingering one by one the trees

the houses breathing smoke

the stars winking at you alone

through the road poles missing

the light in your eyes

boy

melting the milky way in the fountains

& you could catch it with the toes in the loom

sprinkle the dust with the heels

feel how the weights vanish

and don’t let your smile fade

in the sleep of your siblings

because you

boy

will spread life in the whole

galaxy & each atom will dance within

pure thoughts of disaster

like a guitar string

on the soul of a plant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Bio:

Marius Surleac was published by Pif Magazine, MadHat Lit, Literary Orphans, Prick of the Spindle, Futures Trading, Miracle, NTM, The Ofi Press, Bare Fiction, Atlas and Alice, Posit, Dear Sir, and other journals. He has translated many writers into Romanian, including poetry by Marc Vincenz, Fady Joudah, Susan Lewis, Valzhyna Mort. His book Zeppelin Jack was published by Herg Benet Publishing (2011). His translation of The Propaganda Factory, or Speaking of Trees (by Marc Vincenz), is forthcoming (Tracus Arte Publishing, 2015).

 

 

http://mariussurleac.ro/

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