The Truth (poem)


An excerpt from a long narrative poem “The Road”, dedicated to the Truth

5.

Ecce Veritas

Mystics listen to her
Cynics vomit her
Midwives truth-birth her
And since always
Welcome her on hands
That insidious trash
To fill their pitchers
With her feces.
Born from the spirit of pride
From the spleen of law
From the blood of forefathers
From the womb of lies
From seventy seven
Forgiveness
The fools loved her
Saints like a knick – knack
Showed her on the fair
Liars about her
Sexually fantasized
Ecce veritas
Spends her life next to Dionysius ,
Bloodless turkey cocks and donkeys
Smell her sacred beak.
Crowned with laurels
Permeated with boredom
In the tasteful asylum
And she sings in blood
To dampened strings
While watching her reflection
In the lavatory of Hades
Remembers
Progenitrix
Now already an aging whore
Arose from the dream
To maintain the dream.

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Zvona, Leila Samarrai


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Bells

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Posejah zvonike
Oskudnih strasti
Al’ gle! Zazvoniše!

Mračni basovi drhte
Dok teku sablasti

Pregorela pesma
Izdiše paljevinu

Odzvoniše zvona
Ispevanih tajni
Što bejahu: Mreti

I zajedno zaćutati.

Kad se ne plaća kirija na vreme….!


Šta da vam kažem, ja sam se jutros probudila i shvatila da preda mnom, krvoločnog lika, stoji, nadvisujući me, stroga gazdarica mog trošnoga stana koja je na kiriju lupala kamate, govoreći da u njenom telu boravi duh Meri Tjudor. „Jutros sam se probudila u njenom telu, ali i u duhu“, poveri mi se i dodade: „I okolina se promenila. Umesto trosobnog stana na periferiji, sada živim u tjudorskom dvorcu sa sve ravnostranim lukovima,nalik na dršku od korpe, a tavanica zamka je poduprta stubovima sa šiljastim lukovima, u vidu potkovice.

Nakon što sam joj rekla da to nikako ne može biti, da ona nije Meri Tjudor nego Radojka Stanojčić, zvana baba Rada, ali da bi me veselila pomisao da je stigne strašna kazna nakon što bude zapalila podstanare koji joj ne budu plaćali kiriju na vreme,  jako se naljutila na mene, rastrgla zubima stambeni ugovor i izbacila me je iz stana. Brzo sam našla stan u najboljem delu  Male Moštanice kada su do mene doprle strašne vesti: moja gazdarica je na lomači, u dvorištu zapalila sve svoje podstanare! Policiji je rekla da su zapaljeni podstanari neredovno plaćali kiriju. 

Incompetent or He Cannot Be Trusted


A man paints portraits in glass.
He owns the license for that given by censorship organization for glass cutters
While he paints, he needs a light, So he plays with the chandelier.
The Chandelier shoots and cuts him by hand
A man goes to the hospital where his arm gets rebandaged, with suspicious glances…
-Is it really so?
-Are you depressed lately?
-Why don’t you talk with our expert Staklarević?
He explained the situation but he was not believed.
that-suspicious-meme
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While they writhed his hand, doctors have looked at each other with worried glances.
While he was writhed, he heard a muffled titter of nurses.
The man was collapsing, because they declared him insane.
They opened his medical records and took away his license.
He ended up as a monk in one of the modern monasteries.