An explanation for all fortunate one’s who do not live in Serbia, this poem – act play – a historical action is a parody on the arrogant, rude and aggressive behavior of the controller in the Serbian buses. I leafed through the pages of my sacred book Servian bus controller runs between the lines there is something […]
It was an honour to read his poetry. Arms they hid beneath their cloaks, Intent beneath facades of peace, And fixed their paths toward Montrouge, A concert, and 130 dead Parisians, a City Mourning, Marchons. The City of Light knew then its friends, they Rallied from the clovered corners of the planet, The tears […]
Building of Justice is the square-shaped tray decorated with figures of lions biting clumsily, they look, they know. Finally, the lions are like candied almonds, They open their stone mouth to spit an almond, then another, until the rain of sugar almonds fell to the pillars and bloody benches dotted with visitors with seminal faces like a […]
I still got inside me the fracture things of mortal still got it! my delicate fingers my blistered feet a movement a fear one’s fingertips are in love with a shared loneliness one peculiar blister is growing on my tongue still got it (or) maybe not.
Remembering Magdalene – http://wp.me/p6U5tm-fT
It’s every man for himself. well, to each his own. but don’t cry to me one day when you feel alone
dedicated to poets and to all those who feel that way 1. THE LETTER OF PURE REASON ADDRESSED TO BANKSY COVER POET BAND You can not destroy the Thing. you are unable to choke it as you like to asphyxiate the human form ashes to ashes, dust in the mouth, there is a tongue inside […]