Day Dreams

When I was young I played with brutality 

And was passionately devoted to reality, to reason

And my dresses were hurried to compliance. 

But then the bullets began singing

Arsenals began cracking the frost. 

And a winged sun came flying to the city.

I was already annihilated.

Although armchairs were not my profile, 

When my taunt was done,

When my tattoo was done,

I made tautology my stanza. 

A scholar’s strength cuts best in imagination.

And drinkers retire to their compound of plastic. 

And the glitter in the glass. 

-Job

(Oulipo poem based on an ancient Chinese poem: DAY DREAMS

By Tso Ssŭ)-

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