Around me blossoms
the same spring awakens
wreaking havoc on my life
I’ve kicked the crap out of “merciful God”
I’ve struggled thumbscrews tenderhearted angels
I’ve punched justice in her gravely face
I’ve said to all those blitz words such as:
joy, light, merriment, hope:
go back to your cheerful fellows
As she is laying numb in my arms
I fell her body gone numb and her breath is frozen
with her lips pressed together
in her final breath
the great struggle stiffed her limbs and the black demon left
her stern eyes
the pupil of the eye is spilled over with fog
I wonder if this is my time of death.
In this wasteland –
this seems to be
my life now.
Forgive me I couldn’t write a better poem for you,
for the pain has prevented the birth of worthy verse
No more kitty kisses.
My best friend, my cat Lara passed away in March 28, 3.10 p,, in Belgrade, from virus Feline panleukopenia.
Dream a dream
inside a dream is
an eternal dream
I cast a peace spell on you
Sleep tight my little sleepy head
Smooth sailing through the night,
Close your wide – opened eyes
Your pupils do not belong to
These dark regions
Nowhere to go after this wish so
You all to myself, to dissappear together
In the place lit by some new suns
(Why I did not die instead of you?
Why you did not take me?)
My duration mocks at me
Tomorrow and tomorrow will undergo
Wearing a poison in unbearable journey
Nowhere to go when I want to get into
The dawn in my kitten’s eyes
I’ll see you again on the horizon
wherein dream prevails
we meet again
and at the end and on the extension of the road
rest my sleeping beauty
sleep with serene Mud Maid’s sleep
on the other side of the eye
glistens your heart vividly
and though I want to assure myself you
went with a smile
my soul cries, I…
I know that death is the wall that separates us
and that life of the dead living is blinding my sight
but that is the nature of sorrow
this is the law of the crying mind
Calm be in the horizon
Wait for me..
where they sing ancient lullabies
are you running now lively and all rested?
Wait for me…
at the end of the road and on the extension of the times
tomorrow you’ll be hanging out with roses
night night, my love
Through the phrases and sentence structures
interspersed with subtle assaults
I kill the naughty people
they are falling as wooden blocks
after reading my letters
My sentences are marching!
STAND AT ATTENTION!
DO NOT SPEAK OR MOVE UNTIL I TOLD YOU TO DO SO!
MARK TIME, MAAAARCH!
they are whipping my victims in dramaturgical strokes and pathos.
My sentences hit unexpectedly.
Let’s face the truth – I am a poet killer.
But, still, I say something.
NOW, STAND AT EASE!
In the window of Shinkansen
forges chains into katana
to slaughter the promenade
Thus spoke my mother.
Seek no longer the soil
Forgotten among the trees
Under which you were born
In the chosen night
When the grasshoppers flew away from the terraces
Into the heap of voices filled with hatred
Directed towards me
Not even a sound to flicker within me
How could I have known
About the other side of maps
Are they coming yet to take me
Rooted in the last morning of a bullet
I arise barefoot
The sea is frightened
Like ground from thunder