Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Claudiu Komartin

We Try to Convince the Madness

My brain throws me against every wall, your brain is a Martian drifter combing white rice for the meaning of it all. In the end, you may come nearer,

you may move in with me here, between waters. Our arteries will quickly overcome stage fright —

soon, we will scrape together our despair with a palette knife.

We try to convince the madness to respect a familiar pace. One day, with string of catgut this world will sew our mouths shut.

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