Sunday, August 31, 2014

the cannibal machine - људождерка машина

 



the cannibal machine

this machine knows no idyll
it has a bar and a noose
and is housed in cement
feeds by elevators
corn fields are its bed
peasants are you
dinner are you
for the first night it has right
but you say no
there you go




људождерка машина

ова машина не зна идилу
има шипку и омчу
и укопана је у цемент
хране је лифтови
кукурузна поља јој кревет
сељак си ти
вечера си ти
на прву ноћ полаже право
ако л' кажеш не
то ти је све




метастаза

 



метастаза

снурила га у дубине
река живота
доле доле доле доле
рукавци живота
доле доле доле доле
жилице живота
доле доле доле доле
рачићи живота




metastasis




metastasis

he was taken down by the
river of life
down down down down
by rivulets of life
down down down down
by capillaries of life
down down down down
by cancers of life





sugar mug cougar

 



sugar mug cougar

happy is the cow is dead
is enviable
happy cow peeled hack
dad hacks peeled cows
pink shaved cow gutted
with my dad in guts
he erected enviable action
pink peeled hack
gut in paled abortion
that's me
sun-flaked
body spread




Saturday, August 30, 2014

озбиљна ствар

 



озбиљна ствар

правим комарце од дима цигарете
мажем их на путер и гле крваве мармеладе
ал ево шта мислим под тим
гомила тајни и шта је за њима
гле нечије дупе
а свет је озбиљан о том
не дирај бре гузице
држ се подаље и гази бубице
мораш се плашити страхова тих буља
рака да рака
немо да пушиш, разумеш?
мора се плашиш рака
јер га се гузице боје




Wednesday, August 27, 2014

where is my teledirected

 



where is my teledirected
(themes for the future)

preparing for heroic events
consummation tangerine
trixy boolean enigmatic women
caramel




Tuesday, August 26, 2014

joe meets jordan brown

 



joe meets jordan brown
(themes for the future)

i was visiting kibbutz tokyo
for a seminary on global lobotomy
at mishima tea museum
where shinoyama's hazel blood rests
along the sword that chopped
fuji's head off
and there was jordan brown resurrected
choking on sour cherries

with ocean of matsuhara
heaving its spring mist
i looked at the man whose torso
towered above blue chicory ikebana
florets on his chin
an impressionist would extrapolate
beads of sweat
or stars in his eyes
but i could only see fire in this beast

i carefully removed fruit from his mouth
and wiped clean corners
peeked inside and found trigger tooth
it had to be activated by a kiss
so i hired a geisha to do the dirty job
and start the machinery

giant leaves of a ficus variation
kept me cool as jordan brown
reverberated hadron goo into
lepton poo galaxy building malt
hurling all the surviving scientists
since the trial of galilei
back in time to the point of reset
putting galileo on stake
i asked him: why?
he said: cause it's all fake

the present confirms history's blasphemy
interpolation of land and sea
and separation of mind and body
the massive reflection scattered within
its own perfection
the entrails of fukushima
and activity of overgrown social cores
resulting in transverberate spores
emitting stupidity
do you agree?

i was drowsy on geisha's belly
couldn't even nod my head
so i gave him a thumb-up