Cronica de bolnav

hands-new

Ma incearca o gripa,
niste sechele de friguri dintr-o iarna ce m-a ocolit,
pe spinare mi-a incaruntit o aripa,
respiratia s-a prelins intr-un harait.
Daca vii fierbe-mi vin cu nucsoara.
scortisoara s-o pui la sfarsit,
asteptarii ii e frica c-o sa doara
nodul la cravata ca un semn infinit.
Delireaza epoleti pe termometru,
adun silabe cazute din cuvant,
gandurile mi se-nchid in perimetru
iar pe-o muchie un caine latra flamand.
Ma intorc in somn si las batista
sa-ti petreaca fericirea pe peron,
un calmant inchide plictisit revista,
vand tacerii iluzii pentr-un foileton.

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