Tuesday, May 26, 2020

That's art

I call them cameras

they record every word

every move
every smile

they memorize the talk
the best moves
the best laughs

they've learnt to imitate

perfect walk and perfect vibes
the clothes you love to wear
all that makes you who you are

they're too nerdy to mess up

what they've recorded from a far
they can smoke a cigarette 
imitating Monroe smile

they will buy Frida's shirt

and take their own photo from behind
they love to talk about the truth
not knowing what or who they are

there's this cool book 
on their bed,
some new feminist art
they can read, paint and cook
just choose the program of your kind

it's all naturelle

she knows too well what's your kind
it's them cameras everywhere
everyday's a casting job

it's exhausting as hell
it takes a lot of time
to follow up the trends
it's expensive

that's her art












Thursday, May 7, 2020

Lost and found

Marbles and omens
in castles of our own
a calling from nowhere
out of time, never gone

Longing to go there
would have gone but Ill get lost
lost in a man's land
In a pub with a well known ghost.



















Saturday, May 2, 2020

Sitno, sitnije

Postoje sitne duše
što prodaju krv
podobnim strancima
i prolaznim znancima.
Vječno ljuti, vječno gladni
čuvaju svoju vlas
dok tuđu kosu potežu
sve do gole kože.

Sitne duše pravdaju
svoja sitna djela
suđenjem i klevetom
za sitan ugriz pobjede.
Ne zamjeri se njima
vješala imaju spremna
jučer im daješ ključ
sutra te već nema.

Ne čudi se tome
i ne plači za dušama
što ne mole za nikog
a traže sebi nebo.
Sitne duše postaju
šetači ovog svijeta
što ne podnose da itko
sluša glas svoje volje.

Ne dopusti da i tebe
zarazi sitnost
jer prenosi se tako
da žrtva stvara nove.