Berbazupčanika / Cogsforaging

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2016. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

I'm not sure what is this. The last poem I wrote in the first half of 2011 had a bicycle in it and I didn't know why. Since then, they've grown mechanical, though there's absolutely nothing mechanical about this month. In fact, the first half of 2011 could've been described as mechanical in many aspects.

Berbazupčanika

A da poberem zupčanike sa svog sirotog drveta,
dok još nisu sazreli i počeli da me lupaju po glavi?
Ima da ih gazim, u ritmu koji ne umem da pratim.
To je sve što ću ikad biti - ona što beži.

A da sačekam da ti nesrećni zupčanici sazru i otežaju,
da mirišu kao kiša i lubenice i potpuno me opiju?
Ima da ih krišom mirišem kad ne gledaju, bez predrasuda.
To je sve što ću ikad biti - ona što podvija rep.

A da čekam da zupčanici krenu da padaju, oštri i nauljeni,
da mi se zabodu u čelo, obraze, vrat i srce?
Ima da vrištim, ne znajući ni melodiju vrištanja.
To je sve što ću ikad biti - ona što ne zna kako.

A da oni sazru, pa odlete i nađu svoj bicikl?
Ne, MOJI zupčanici ne mogu da postignu nešto tako.
To se nikad nije desilo, podvlačim, NIKAD.
Ali, ja sam tu.
Tu sam.
Rekoh da sam tu.
I volim zeleno.
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Cogforaging

And what if I foraged the cogs from my poor tree
Before they're ripe enough to hit me on the head?
I will step on them, in a rhythm I cannot follow.
That's all I will ever be - the runaway one.

And what if I let those poor cogs ripe and get heavy
Smell of watermelons and rain and get me drunk of them?
I will be smelling them when nobody looks, no predjudice.
That's all I will ever be - the tail down one.

And what if I waited for them to fall, sharp and oily,
To stick into my forehead, cheeks, neck and heart?
I will scream, not even getting the melody correctly.
That's all I will ever be - the don't know how one.

And what if they riped, flew away and found their own bicycle?
No, MY cogs cannot possibly achieve that.
That has never happened before. I repeat, NEVER.
But I'm here.
I'm here.
I said I'm here.
And I like it green.

2 Reactions to Berbazupčanika / Cogsforaging

  1. Marouk says...

    Luda ženo 😀
    zupčanici služe da se voze, ne da čuče na drvetu a ni u tvom čelu 🙂

     
     

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