Untitled I & II

Untitled I 

In order
to entirely betray
grandma’s never-ending
Diamond Dream Book, I clearly
cut out all its rounded roots
and – almost for fun,
even my geographic
tongue. Amen! But then,
instead of fearlessly flying
towards windy Japanese Gardens,
I could only plead for myself, frowning
in Mr. Nobody’s double drowning
Boeing 737 MAX 8. Yes,
CGJ would be totally
mad at the laconic me and he never
ever acted all alone, so
just about this time tomorrow,
one brief blink before broadening grip
and dreamily drowsing asleep, yey,
I swear I’ll swallow
an icy pool of palak salad
and disarray every gamma wave
via always stunning swimming rings
rested behind all these

golden teeth.

(Brez naslova) I

da bi brez bremen
sesekljala sanjsko knjigo
sem si nemudoma
odplaknila korenine
in odpihnila jezik
a namesto
kako letim
kasneje gledala
kako kravlam v kennedyjevem
sestreljenem aeroplanu 737 MAX 8
CGJ bi do kraja premolknil
nad neomikano mano
in ne bi bil
edini
kakor koli
ponavadi pred pristankom
pojem emper neoprane špinače
in vsak zadnji
zavesljaj odsanjam
z amoled rokavčki

za zobmi

Untitled II 

No,
no stars,
no sacred bars,
just starving parachute plants,
myriads of mosquitoes tearing
dancing aprons away, anyway,
yes, I’m okay, only
dancing away
that drunken daze
next to the tenth Cuba Libre
from where I could cheerily slip
into the scariest carnival crowd
and recall all these tenacious voices
yelling polkas
in my spoiled mind. Oh, I know,
I know, I’m moving
so slow,
see, I still
can’t travel alone
all the tiny way up

to Caracas.

(Brez naslova) II

ne
ni zvezd
mandragorinih gnezd
samo nenasitljivi naprstci
komarji v predpasnikih in pijanska
srepota pred paradoksalnim strelskim
postankom ko bo treba odmetati mrzle
kanje in premostiti pretrgane glasove
na vranje pogreti podstrehi ker
roko na srce
res ne morem
minirati tako eh
majhnih njih
potem ostanem sama

do neba