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1st Session
Yesterday night
the flat shrank.
I walked
from bedroom to kitchen
from kitchen to bedroom
counting seconds of particularly flabby thoughts.
Yesterday night,
as every night,
the flat shrunk.
I got a furry floor blanket
you are furry too
so each time you come by
I want you on this blanket
I want you to like safari.
On such furry floors
away from rocky bedsheets
I weave your hair with words
I weave them into mooring ropes.
Now, between us
the American desert.
And you, so gospel!
God hears you
The world hears you
Your voice doesn’t really matter
You blow you exhale meaning
A first breath
A second
A third breath.
A bubble.
Slowly now, a fourth one
my hand, a python
sliding into the tender lines of your neck
You turn blue and now I like you
I like you more
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2nd Session
Back to the bathroom
Extractor, faucet, flush
my mornings are quite dyspeptic
I wake up and take breaths
in the balcony,
in front of the mirror
I wash off the night’s dreams
I keep the faucet running
guilty about the planet
Environmental disaster – it’s a lie!
I left it running for no reason
I'm a monster - I don’t believe them!
My faith: faucet-to-flush, faucet-to-flush
my ideological cortex cracks
after a Short Seismic Wave
SSW
Sensual Water Shock
Satanic Sewage Waste
In the narrow crack of my cortex
a bird
a winged little phallus
sits and starts damaging my mirror’s pixels
In an absolutely deranged calmness
I leave the faucet running
in plain daylight.
My guilt mixed with self-rising flour
and in its rise
in the terrorising crack
two little legs
of a winged little phallus
the tap must now stop!
I told you
I’m not into conspiracies
With Paranoia though
every other morning
we grab a coffee
and have a smoke or two.
I like the faucet running
for a while
for as long as His gaze stays away from my mirror
I haven’t seen him in a while,
I mean God
is independent
has every right to be,
goes for walks, gets some air,
hangs out with friends.
No morning in the bathroom
will ever make up for his absence.
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3rd Session
On the surgical bed
spondyle by spondyle
vertebra to vertebra
an anatomical toy train.
Epidural analgesia or general anaesthesia?
I'll get a spinal cord cocktail please.
I’m the articulated bus you've been waiting for,
raise your hand.
Now sparkling water is running from the tap
gallons onto my forehead
Shiatsu for my neck
a slalom through my vertebrae
fox trot along my neural chain.
I’ve told you I’m deranged
and into bubble-bath games
for neural intimacy.
My neurologist advises
calming baths,
soothing for my spinal joints.
1st Session
Yesterday night
the flat shrank.
I walked
from bedroom to kitchen
from kitchen to bedroom
counting seconds of particularly flabby thoughts.
Yesterday night,
as every night,
the flat shrunk.
I got a furry floor blanket
you are furry too
so each time you come by
I want you on this blanket
I want you to like safari.
On such furry floors
away from rocky bedsheets
I weave your hair with words
I weave them into mooring ropes.
Now, between us
the American desert.
And you, so gospel!
God hears you
The world hears you
Your voice doesn’t really matter
You blow you exhale meaning
A first breath
A second
A third breath.
A bubble.
Slowly now, a fourth one
my hand, a python
sliding into the tender lines of your neck
You turn blue and now I like you
I like you more
*
2nd Session
Back to the bathroom
Extractor, faucet, flush
my mornings are quite dyspeptic
I wake up and take breaths
in the balcony,
in front of the mirror
I wash off the night’s dreams
I keep the faucet running
guilty about the planet
Environmental disaster – it’s a lie!
I left it running for no reason
I'm a monster - I don’t believe them!
My faith: faucet-to-flush, faucet-to-flush
my ideological cortex cracks
after a Short Seismic Wave
SSW
Sensual Water Shock
Satanic Sewage Waste
In the narrow crack of my cortex
a bird
a winged little phallus
sits and starts damaging my mirror’s pixels
In an absolutely deranged calmness
I leave the faucet running
in plain daylight.
My guilt mixed with self-rising flour
and in its rise
in the terrorising crack
two little legs
of a winged little phallus
the tap must now stop!
I told you
I’m not into conspiracies
With Paranoia though
every other morning
we grab a coffee
and have a smoke or two.
I like the faucet running
for a while
for as long as His gaze stays away from my mirror
I haven’t seen him in a while,
I mean God
is independent
has every right to be,
goes for walks, gets some air,
hangs out with friends.
No morning in the bathroom
will ever make up for his absence.
*
3rd Session
On the surgical bed
spondyle by spondyle
vertebra to vertebra
an anatomical toy train.
Epidural analgesia or general anaesthesia?
I'll get a spinal cord cocktail please.
I’m the articulated bus you've been waiting for,
raise your hand.
Now sparkling water is running from the tap
gallons onto my forehead
Shiatsu for my neck
a slalom through my vertebrae
fox trot along my neural chain.
I’ve told you I’m deranged
and into bubble-bath games
for neural intimacy.
My neurologist advises
calming baths,
soothing for my spinal joints.
• Save yourself from eternal pain, choose Thanatos •
All texts © Athanasios Anagnostopoulos 2023