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call me ummm...call me New. yes. New. call me New and hold my hand. hear my thoughts. hear! hear! call me New and let me entertain you:

address me as Old. address me as Old and  trust me. i've been around for a while

and i know what i'm talking about.

don't forget you are not as young anymore you should listen to me

for i hold the experience.

call me New! i grew up from stories Old made the material for

Feck off.

i grew up from fragments of what you used to call magic

and all is good and everything changes

put the  make up on

make the up-ness

dance the waltz of rules

you won't like it but the cheque will come on  fridays 

three working days to be processed

but

and

you will be safe

yes! do it! 

but

and save room for the faeries

and wide eyed wandering spirits

while handing out drinks

"thank you sir, come back soon!"

while moping the floors

while sorting the mail

written according to certain

hehe

standards

you look plain silly doing that

just so you know.

just: so you know.

the poem.

A KOLIKO SI IMALA LJUBAVNIKA?


A koliko si imala ljubavnika? i gdje si sve s njima 
spavala? i što su ti govorili? i kako, kako je to bilo? Daj mi
mira,
čuješ, daj mi mira, fućkam ti na tvoje
fotografije spremljene u kutiju od cipela,
pisamca o vjernoj ljubavi sakrivena po manžetama i u
policama pod rubljem, prestani,
prestani, idi već, kao nesnosnu muhu
pratim očima tvoj lik po svim ku-
tovima, idi,
izleti kroz prozor, nek te odnese propuh, idi, nemam vremena,
moram se ispavati, idi, rasplini se,
rastopi se negdje u toj narančastoj lokvi pod svjetiljkom,
izgubi se među slovima ove glupe knjige što
je čitam,

idi, ne volim te, ništa neću, ništa te ne pitam,
to me ne zanima,

fućkam ti na tvoje adrese i telefonske brojeve, i si-
jed
i sijed ću te još voljeti, nozaimeisusovo
koliko,

koliko si ih imala?

JIRI ŠOTOLA

za dlaku

there are some really angry men in this world

really...angry

so angry that they will try that anger out

on the ones who cannot defend themselves

on the weak ones

such as yours truly.

there are some really great friends in this world

really....great.

so great that they will kick those men in the groins

on the account of those who cannot do themselves

on the account of the weak ones

such as yours truly

who was lucky

very lucky

a few days ago.

let me...entertain you

she took her clothes off
bit by bit

she took her jeans, size 12. the ones with big holes on the knees, which she will never mend.

she took the t-shirt which she bought 5 years ago on a ski trip to France. I was never in France. Shhh its good for the story. The green one.

she took the under-wear off as well. La Senza white bra and the Primany panties. They laid beneath her feet.

and carefully put the black socks in the laundry basket beneath the bed.

then she took off the earings- green ones, made for her with seventeen tons of love in a small workshop in Zagreb, once upon a long lost time.

and the medallion named after one of her favorite books: Ilium. Dan Simmons' one. the reason she bought and got disappointed in Flashback, a few weeks ago.

she never wore any other jewelry.

then she took the sense of a day off. it itched. it felt like a bikini wax. Brazilian you mean? Shhh. it bounced around the room and finally settled in the corner of the mirror.

then she put a nail in defense machinery. the fluffy one, made from what was left from her favorite childhood doll.

the body pulsated.

and she was free to express.

she was right. and she was naked. and she regressed. and she progressed in her nakedness. and she was wrong.

and it did not matter at-all.

no-story

the lounge. after the long, nice bath. skin moisturized. muscles relaxed. gogol bordello on repeat.

fingers crossed.

alcohol.

Yeah o yeah you seen me walk 
On burning bridges 

i wish people answered my emails faster. 

then i could write more

and play correspondence game

on a higher level.

and dance the dance of meanings lost and found

[what was the word again? english seems to like it very very much..]

ah

 "properly"

yes

dance the dance of meanings            properly                    without giving the time

the time

time

to clutch.

  

through the roof and underground.

Just like their meanings they lay between the lines
Between the borders their real countries hide

but words are hard
i get that
words are hard when you have something to say
and you don't know how to say it
not even if you want to say it so

bluntly.

hidden behind the screen.

screaming from 

behind.

or whispering.
or singing.
or just

shallowly breathing

words are hard.

tongues are easier to use for kissing.

words are easier when they come from gipsies.
life is easier when sung.