it’s a lot to have both day and night
bertolucci never really dreamed
from the blue bridge you can’t see the blue plane
the night is starry a field of aster
fishermen sell streets and baits at dawn
the moon retrained to become a star
skyscrapers retrained to become plane trees
there are always more cigarette butts in the shaded streets
the streets jarmusched by her look
signs by the roadside chatter incomprehensibly
is this a woman or a post
77 used condoms in front of her museum of innocence
77 horsepower for the belliness of her call
she dreams about her passportless trip
she rushes with bloody thighs bloody nails
bandera roja contra el viento
the poetry of broken headlights
the breath of glass on the danube quay
a ticket for parking on a green area
it’s always the man who simply leaves
starry night over a field of aster
the wind mutilates dandelions
plane trees hang from the eyebrows of roller shutters
dolores eres una puta eres una flor
a breath of wind moistens her crucified and dewy with pollen
fasting cookies immersed in the milky way
sweet residue on the fingers of orthodox boys
the esthetics of denouncement touches jesus has emerged
it hurts like an aphthous ulcer under the tongue
she rushes with bloody retinas
flushed like boys with erections
like geraniums like sumatra like colonized innocence
dulce dulce demasiado dulce
coffee bottomed-up to dregs
rorschach the pointillist leaves life in blots
yards yards cry the checkered tablecloths in malo takovo
yards yards damned yards
ground strewn with starlets
a lost shoe in a pumpkin with aluminum wheels
77 horsepower for a cleavaged wish
3 liters more loved than yesterday
it’s always the man who simply leaves
faded saint nicholas in the wallet says nothing
blacktop tongues drink up oily rainbows
scraped knees under the smeared mascara
a disjointed kneecap
centripetal rooster hitches the big dipper
starry night over a field of aster
in the eyes there are circles and geraniums
god is hiding behind his face on a waxed chest
generations of neon smile
pear-shaped people lean against the posts
on the platform of the unfulfilled subway
it’s always the man who simply leaves
a rizomorphic heart dreams of nomads from the south
it’s so easy to hate gypsies
the lines of flights in their croups
N O S E N A D A R
womb secrets murmur
cried by no one’s eye
dawn conscience leaves stiff feelings
a chalice is empty for herpes thirst
damn you hedy lamarr
the ecstasy of drina’s unfiltered gallop
urinostars for a bended neck
the woman on the rock mustn’t live long
Dying is vectorial in a big city
townie is a horrible word of cyrillicized people
it’s always the man who simply leaves
hasky eyes listen to the sky
in kusturica’s movies somebody always flies
purple should be extracted from violet nights
starry night over a field of aster
a hydrogenized look dreams of escape lines
raindrops have washed off hopscotch from the blacktop
rubik’s die is cast says the croupier
and all dice are red
no time for bottomless questions
on saturday liturgy starts earlier
it’s a lot to have both day and night
dawn mustn’t come to be wiser than the evening
from the blue bridge you can’t see the blue plane
mnogo je to imati i dan i noć
bertoluči nikad nije zaista sanjao
sa plavog mosta ne vidi se plavi avion
noć je zvezdana polje zvezdana
pecaroši u zoru prodaju ulice i mamce
mesec prekvalifikovan da bi bio zvezda
neboderi prekvalifikovani da bi bili platani
uvek više opušaka u hladu ulica
ulica džarmušovanih njenim pogledom
znakovi pored puta nejasno zbore
da l’ je žena ili bandera
77 iskorišćenih kondoma ispred njenog muzeja nevinosti
77 konjskih snaga za trbušnost njenog zova
ona sanja svoje bespasošno putovanje
ona juri krvavih slabina krvavih noktiju
bandera roja contra el viento
poetika razbijenih farova
dah stakla na dunavskom keju
kazna za parkiranje na zelenoj površini
čovek uvek samo odlazi
noć je zvezdana polje zvezdana
vetar sakati maslačke
platani vise sa obrva roletni
dolores eres una puta eres una flor
dah vetra vlaži je polenom razapeta i rosna
posna plazma u mlečni put uronjena
sladak talog na prstima pravoslavnih dečaka
estetika prokaza dodiruje isus ukaza se
kao afta boli ispod jezika
ona juri krvavih retina
rumena kao dečaci u erekciji
kao muškatle kao sumatra kao kolonizovana nevinost
dulce dulce demasiado dulce
kafa ispijena do soca
roršah pointilista ostavlja život u mrljama
avlije avlije viču karirani stolnjaci malog takova
avlije avlije proklete avlije.
zemlja posuta starletama
izgubljena cipelica u bundevi sa alu felnama
77 konjskih snaga za jednu dekoltiranu želju
3 litre više voljena nego juče
čovek uvek samo odlazi
izbledeli sveti nikola u novčaniku ne progovara
asfaltni jezici ispijaju uljane duge
pod razmrljanom maskarom poderana kolena
čašica je ispala iz zgloba
centripetao stopira velika kola
noć je zvezdana polje zvezdana
u očima krugovi i muškatle
bog se krije iza svog lika na depiliranim grudima
generacije neonskog osmeha
kruškoliki ljudi naslanjaju se na bandere
na peronu nedosanjanog metroa
čovek uvek samo odlazi
rizomorfno srce sanja nomade sa juga
kako je lako mrzeti cigane
linije bega u njihovim sapima
N O S E N A D A R
rumore utrobne tajne
ničijim okom isplakane
zorna savest ostavlja uštirkana osećanja
za herpesnu žeđ putir je prazan
prokleta bila hedi lamar
ekstaza drininog bezfilternog galopa
urinozvezde za povijeni vrat
ne sme dugo živeti žena na kamenu
umire se vektorski u velikom gradu
dođoš je strašna reč poazbučenih ljudi
čovek uvek samo odlazi
haski-oči osluškuju nebo
u kusturičinim filmovima uvek neko leti
treba izvući purpur iz ljubičastih noći
noć je zvezdana polje zvezdana
hidrogenisani pogled sanja linije bega
kiše su sprale školice sa asfalta
rubikova kocka je bačena kaže krupije
i sve su kockice crvene
nema vremena za bezobalna pitanja
subotom liturgija počinje ranije
mnogo je to imati i dan i noć
zora ne sme doći da bude pametnija od večeri
sa plavog mosta se ne vidi plavi avion
