Latebra

January 20, 2012

The first poem of 2012. Not really relating to Wrong Star, that 2011 series with bicycles or anything else.

Latebra

Moj cerebralni kauč ima puškarnicu,
pa u purpurni luk-mesec zurim,
od kako ovo bezvredno jaje postala sam.

Bilo je tiho - sad mi oči gore!
Sad zemičke prašine svrbe!
I ne mogu da se
okrenem,
ogradim,
prespavam,
dan iskoristim.

Kroz tu puškarnicu ja iskočiću,
ako iskrvarim žumance, onda žurim,
ako sam ptica, na štipaljci sam.

Bilo je tiho - sada me snovi jure!
Sada moje stare knjige škripe!
I ne mogu da se
prošetam,
odšetam,
pravilno iscurim,
put perjem prekrijem.

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Latebra

My cerebral couch has a loophole,
So I stare at the purple onion moon.
Since I became an insignificant egg.

It was so quiet - now my eyes burn!
Now the dust buns itch!
And I can't
Turn around,
Turn away,
Sleep the night,
Seize the day.

Through my loophole, I'll jump,
If I yolk out, then it's too soon,
If I'm a bird, I'll hang on a peg.

It was so quiet - now my dreams run!
Now my old books screech!
And I can't
Walk around,
Walk away,
Leak out right,
Or feather my way.

 

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