Poetry from Ivan de Monbrison

To walk on four legs or barefoot 
and to go through a wall
to fall into
oneself 
boneless 
eviscerated 
like with a hole in the head
through which
one could put a transparent finger

and touch one's colorless brain


 
the jar has been overflowing 
with pain
I was so sorry for you… 
then to sit and watch 
all those atoms
being scattered into oblivion
drowning deep
you should have started
by picking up your bones
one after the other
to build something meaningful 
with them

even fleshless




I've heard someone crying
in my neighbors’ apartment 
they don't know who I am
anonymous building
inhabited by ghosts
busy with themselves 
busy beating up their kids
abusing their wives
as if
they wanted to somehow 

decry their hollow souls