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A GENIUS[1]

A GENIUS[1]



One morning, when I woke from troubled dreams

I found myself transformed in my bed into a horrible genius

I’ve always been psychologically ready for this

But I checked it anyway  

Stared at myself in the mirror:

Doubtlessly, I am the genius!

Even my shoulders bended

Like a titan’s one

Not to mention my cocked eyebrows.

I’m running out of my house

Trying to repulse a legion of girls fanatically in love with me.  

O my god! How countless they are!

How hard the life is!

How to carry of such a huge amount of love!

Presidential motorcade is stopping here suddenly,

The FIRST PERSON of my country is coming out of his car

And I’m kissing him right on his FIRST PERSONALITY

And he’s, on his side, kissing on my outrageously talented hands

I’m not permitting him to get down to his knees – I’m a humble genius, you know.

The Patriarch of Georgian church is blessing me

Priests praying in front of my sacred icon.

Women carrying my pictures hidden in their brassieres.

So, what should I complain of?

Well… If I had an option

I would have chosen more graceful body,

More muscular and even masculine one.

 

And my NOSE – long like a Faulkner’s phrase,

Would have been shorter and not that crooked one…

 

But, sadly, I’m… just a GENIUS.

 

 


 

[1] special thanks to Franz Kafka and Salvador Dali for an effective collaboration.