Monday, February 27, 2012


this is a body thing
so shush
clear out the words
listen
engage
yes with both of those ear lobes
and those hands you keep crossed across the chest
engage

some lyrics hit you directly in a core i know
well what can i say
apart from deal with it
man up
this is a body thing
it has no printed references
for we do not talk about it
we do it
or you do it once you think no one is watching


no one is watching, then.
just the walls and the screen
a couple of pieces of furniture around you
maybe and just maybe: a plant.





Sunday, February 19, 2012

p*e*r*f*o*r*m*a*n*c*e

in the bottom of the belly-beast
that's where it starts
that's where it always starts

who is it I-you want to be?
who is it we-us are?

what world do we paint with these words

which one of many 'feels real'
and which are just for the audience's sake
my lovely?

you do it, yes: you stand in front of them all
them all argounauts
and ...i don't know...sing 'em a song? tell 'em a story? paint 'em a picture....perfect...snapshot?
while i figure it out
word by word
k?
no not ok
fucking performance
embodied realities 
which stick to a skin
which yearns to be washed of
complexities.


ne daj se, inge

ne daj se, inge
ne daj se, godinama moja inge
dok tabanas putevima
i dok ti se dnevne sobe stranih gradova obijaju o plafon misli

ne daj se mornarima
to su samo uniforme
i ne daj se gusarima
jer blaga su davno potrosena na rum

ne daj se ni doktoratima ni aplauzima
jer ni jedni ni drugi ne garantuju mir
takodje: ne daj se razgovorima
jer te niko nece skontati kao mala kafana na Kalemegdanu
u kojoj si se krila i volela

tamo gde dises, umorna si
tamo gde se odmaras, svetlo te umara

odrasla si, inge
vise te ne valjaju po buvljacima
sad pricas tri svetska jezika
i kazu ti da si kul.

ne veruj im, inge.
nisu ni oni u tebe verovali
dok si ljubila prozore vozova
dok si mazila puteve ka sreci.
i prala sudove Pariza
u telima Barselone
i flertovala sa Karibima
u peni mora Dalmacije.


ne daj se, inge.
cuti, i pusti da te se napiju
osmehni se, i ponovo napuni pistolj
dosta je bilo
ajmo opet.