I love your milk colour, nearby madhouse,
I love your fatuum traitors cry,
To Now or Once, to hellholes or sneak thieves
Which summons the harlots of Time.
Pull the drains, sewer bunnies.
may your spirit rest upon these toxic fumes,
I love your shiny little bumps, your aggro,
Simply… I love your shaft.
The Belgrade on Krnjača*
screwed up its sewage line to
contaminate the crime scene.
with raw sewage.
The Wraith will come dragged along the floor
Belgrade, you are an asylum in the open river
while sailing on a burning duvet
To Kunst for homeless god
to Happiness and vindictive mosquitoes
to calls of local bar hopping slut.
and fine Sers missing communal apartment.
Spraying for mosquitoes!
are you my executioner?
you’ve disarmed the vengeful mosquitos
a short-tempered star
a lightning strike
frost in dictionary
And soon.. all these years
seem just like a blink
of the bite.. inseminated…
Don’ t get nervous phantom of the
Requiem for a mosquito
and soon, your music shall come,
some slacker roadkill shall come,
plastic heart shall soak it all in.
Like ammonium nitrate…
To add mincemeat out of the filthy Ser
mix mixture carefully into medicinal
Poke and doodle
In the pokey, up to the rectum river,
plant yourself like a squatter
And… put some ice in the urinals.