THRUSHES IN HELL

THRUSHES IN HELL

A collection of poems soon to be published in a book, in Serbian only.

The English version was written parallel to Serbian and is not simply a translation.

Poems came to be in a continuous burst during four months, from December 2012 to March 2013. Only few of them were written earlier than that.

The choice was made with help of Miroljub Todorovic.

Thrushes in Hell

I played with catbirds in Dark world

They fluttered around with twitter in eyes

Tiny feathers made corridor of Hell

Beaks punctured leather for mask

Chief Devil hung upside-down and baited

All about, magpies in distress, crossed themselves

Pecking beans of river of beans rushing

From broken sacks of Hell

Sharply I watched

Looking for visions of previous poets

From inside me crawled out logos

He was hungry and ate a bush with okapi

Trill increased but I was already empty

Engine wasn't working

I could have created Paradise in that place

Night and stars, Sun and lake

And fantasize

Lizard experiments

Deep inside is lizard

And around is apple

Bleeding

Face is still

But tear is rolling

Whereto travels tear?

Which way may soul exit

Who will move to meet it

On the edge of knife dew...

Alone

(blues)

Empty of shapes

Early, without horizons

Light without touch

Eye, two doubloons

I collect corals

Those are hers, hers, hers

But, keeps quiet

Rattle teeth

Twisted mustache

She doesn't speak

Crushed crane

Friable thighs

Carmine in pond

No lips

Empty ribs

They killed her frozen

Gnawed her spleen

Hip rolled away

Breasts skinned

Crackled shoe, one

Single

Look, search, search

I bend above

Sea in dust

Wooden furrows burnt

I will not find

I stepped into mud

Into clay silt

Red algae

I will not pull out

Mashed ocular

Sinks

Did not realize it was so

Beautiful

Blue metal

There is one formless

Planet, rich with tiny

Glass

In its atmosphere

They brought it

Here

To be death

This is the last site of

Search

I will silent sky

To go away

To remove itself

I knew pictures

I saw them

They watched me

I ate

Wheat

I spawned snowdrops

But, what have I loved?

She fell apart

Clefs

On a dress

Hagar Qim

Once there was a dolphin throne in Malta

Their whistling

Carved space in stone

And in bedrock, by sweat, dented shape

Of pelvis

Hammam, with cannabis ash

Surrounded with rivulets of the

Crucified

With X-rays, reaped bones can be seen

Wires stretched between standing stones

And a heap of raven wings

Dancing podium and lonely woman

A morning-inspired

Saharan

The last blue stone fell

Stomped on by goats

Into sharp layers of sea

Don't listen to soles

Nor gravediggers of the world

Fly away, fly away

Freeing of Korea

Body talks to head

With incomprehensible tincture

And ugly eyes

Skin whips knit salute

In warm bed

Transient moments are many

In rivers are fields

Fat paprika

Give wide palmed

Plated beauty

To sinister foam

For in white shirt

Is hidden evil of shame

Naked, confused

On a beach

Cold

Fog escaped from dreams

Magpie's

On the other side of barrier

That curves into pit

Planks which are home

Swallow laugh

Silence, shrunk into lime

Head awed falls

Towards muddied body

Birch in flesh

Grass in vat

Hot water

In orange glass

Dimmed by salt

Wrinkled eyes

And head top covered by ocean

Hurricane stripes

Where go white

Birds cuckoos

Into turquoise and iamb

Who Nakeded Cliffs

Skilled sparrow-men hunted

In bloody bushes

And trappers in vacant lots

Wet grass

Hosting

Boxers and swallow-men

With their fists beat

Delicacies and jingles

In fire

Popped

They hid, startled

Deers and orioles

From hairy buttocks

That ate

Chitterlings for

Strings

Of wool are chords

And dresses of hemp

Smoked in death-rattle

Hot

For dinner come of age

And in the morning drunken

In skin of centennial

Mead

Asleep

While Stallion Trots after Loafs

In venereal fields wet-haired

Golems burst with blue patterns

In resting behaved condescending

And towards ladies smarmy

Magritte's Rouge

In lips soul can be seen

Thick clouds

With electric teeth

Dog's Beer

Pigeons came in

When wind blew

And then crow with spectacles

Pushed in

To read titles

Already they have become

Dogs

Thirsty of beer

Gossip and

Piano music

Hundred Views of Popocatepetl

Old like Popocatepetl

In neurone mirror

Sick from fungicide

He reads stomped newspaper

In text he finds interesting news

Walks from guardhouse

With aglow nostrils

New dose will arrive

After certain minutes pass

In the meantime Miljacka flows

And dogs run between aged vines

Ash caught upon streetcar rails

Inside collage, among books

Because of sudden moving

He stops his heart

For his favorite longing to expire

Attached to the branches

Sad maids

Unsettling drops of dew

Hoofs through fog

Carry

Towards Bosna source

In green earrings

I didn't want to dream

While they, possessed, cute, shopped

I was positive I was in a dream

At the promenade

With females and fur-caps

In Asia Minor

I saw them coming

Through the ethnic agency

With father who breaches breath uphill

And young, pregnant, spouse

Dog in teeth

With red tongue

I did not dream

But from the border rattled

Bellies with twin-wombs

The world is already erased

I concluded, watching out

Not to tumble down

These highlanders can't see us

Nor can these beauties

Who predict future

But today, I was right

Yesterday I saw

Alien matter

In angora and flannel

Distributed over bright sky

From rural dunes

As they suffer from strangulation

With cobweb in throats

Plague

I wrote a book

For autistic kids

They halted

Before the title

I wasn't worried for diagnosis

Maybe they have worms in heads?

They are born like that

And mothers cry

I explained with semaphore

Problem is in health

Flea on rats

Transfer carcinoma

By electric bugs

Song of Chaos and Revolution

River Neva floats skeleton

Up, again, they planted ginger

On blue Tatra and yellow gromila

Gave birth to compass with red

Eyes

I read the Book of Wormwood

Various teas from horned nuts

Wild Orgy passes fields

Frost brought contagion

Sing while they twiddle

Necks stiffened

Now will fool around coverings

In the solemn underwear

Sleep with sleeping mares

While they poke your nerve

In somber news of Victory

Will be better

The Only Way to...

King of wave riders

Was angry at seagulls

Because they rested floating

“You don't ride like that!”, shouted he

From top of the mountain

Soon enough his wave

Hit the coast

Unwashed

From face bursts madness

Fair and clever

Alas it fell dirty hands

Under heaven's spotlights

In golden carriage

And strings of voice

Stolen from angels

Never Back into Box

Mechanical ballerina

And musical cylinder

Live in a box

And infinite variations of

Mirroring neurons

In echoing bang

But, that is life...

While in death

Exist no ties

Nor sentiment

Vase with flowers

Or comfortable home

Or what is made up

In between

Insincere

How Orson Welles and Herbert George Wells...

In October 1938, Orson Welles

Broadcasted a reportage on war,

By cosmonaut and futurist,

Herbert George Wells...

Namely, Neville Chamberlain

Masterly put Adolf Hitler on

And other famous world's names

While Winston Churchill

Prepared Martian fleet

And covered up confident documents

Simultaneously, let us remember,

IBM monitored meteoroid trajectories

And organized their destruction

Shortly after that, into British plans

A machinery got involved

Created by anonymous inventor from

Madison avenue

Which killed Johnny and Bobby...

Even more confusion reigned

And no one was able to tell

Who kills who

A sole hope survived that on Mars

Something still moves

Seven Dragon's Scales

Wind landed a story

Leaf bitten by frost

It's whirling descent captured my attention

A mean reptile, suspected of

Hosting hidden intelligence

Behind its bloody irises and wet gums

Ten minutes of silence

After taking it apart seven times

I put it back together and set it

Free

Its eight pairs of legs moved and

Flew

I monitor plague, frosting

Ceramic melting on electric firs

And Dragon in the sky, lost in fog

I worry for its energy

Moon looks ill

Awake

It focuses strength of all madness

Unbearable, another winter followed by vapor

Unbutton and undress

I seek Dragon

Mass Stepmother

Drone Nobel mass alcoholic

Passive hit-man terrain Hirohito

Blues queen shepherdess satyress

Hades tabulatorix and labor monasterix

French toast workerine pastille and tortilla

Holy Hand Grenade

Devil created embryo

Soliloquy of madness

Atavistic encyclopedia

Screw You Jimi Hendrix

How is it in Hell, Jimi?

Are the fishes fresh, phosphorus, saltpeter?

Who adjusts your magnets, Ronny Reagan?

Imagine, they introduced chakras to school system.

Cars now have keyboards.

Cacti are source of food.

To church we go on Mondays.

Wah-wah is mandatory when introducing.

How are you? Burning?

And bell-bottoms...

Revolvers, in the morning, for breakfast, in oil.

By wires to outer planets,

not to worry about bent space.

Frankly, I hate white glass the most.

And penguins in sandwich.

Never Forgiveness

I will hate you still

Although it's a low passion

And about high passions – I don't know

They kill from heights?

Beware of long nights

Sleep if you can

Yet, if ice age comes

Hatred is fire

Grapes in glacier

I'll spill your brain

Out on the western plain

There are Houses...

There are houses

There are ants

Around is stomped

There is communication to others

You will not know who killed you

Which ant

By which ant

Death From Fable

Death has no scythe but sack

Wrongly they depicted it

I know, when I waited for her

Empty-handed

She stared at heart

Empty

Then brain

It, too, deleted

“Do you have anything?”, she asked

Me

“Not, me.”

“Then, nada.”

Over the Next Ocean...

Over the frozen sea comrade frozen

Bring me heart of your homeland

In blue-white mosques Damascene

From high mountains white

And on your forehead beating division's flag

And pure marching song of

Revolution

How Davy Crockett Enamored Muse

Davy Crockett loved Mooze

Because she hit him into brain

Stomped under bed an rag-carpet

And didn't nudge him to fold clothes

She too loved him

Because she enjoyed joyful world of

Squirrels and racoons

And for general Santa Anna

They only had one message:

Go fuck yer momma!

New Nobles Should be Mowed

New little flames on cake

Launch into rivulets of joy

To burn, burn, burn

Which did not Love

Those which were not in love

They brooded

And became lands and peoples

Price of Salvation

God assured me

Heavens will not send any more

Saviors

I rejoiced

In future, they told me

Prayer will cost you

Dearly

Hope is a Lousy Mistress

Hope is a Lousy Mistress

Up to the Moon, and further than dreams

Cools while you descend into

Hell

Role of Religion

While lady was kissing her son

Sheik bought his father

Lions strolled in the garden

And in five minutes tea boiled

She took off socks and rolled her eyes

In a cold room of silver

Where she experienced religious conversion

Sheik demanded papers and pipe

Nerve endings in skin

Ramose and black, fidgeted

Fire burnt in the background, in mantlepiece

And slowly it became warmer

She uncovered herself and prayed to God

Morlocks

Old Romans spake Serbian

Old Serbs spake Roman

Morlocks never changed

Crow's Fruit

There are too many dreams

Like sugar sand

Each facet pops rage

With red tip of lip

Black and yellow paints

Morphine

And in hazy orchard

Of dirt

Thirst

Bottom

Rain fell

And all is black

Fireballs lower their glance

And distant future has already

Buried links

And when the storm comes waters will rise

Dissolving salts

And who will see, between stars

Bottom to which he sinks

Poet to Poet

Poets were buried by poets

Food for poets, that are poets

Maddened, crazy, malicious

And What did Waiter Expect?

I cooked ceders from Sinai

Fried Muscovite dung

Shredded Hadrian's leek

Jumbled Pisistratus into Wellington

Germanic spaghetti into Varanasi ketchup

Breastfed moray with carp's boobs

Horns from Klis upon Peking couscous

Crumbled eggnog into Heinz

And broiler pate into Schwaben hash

Deloused Wolfgang into Višnjić textbook

And pricked Canon on toothpick

And Golden Fish Gone Silent

Military grade program stuck by the word “prick”

Who “wants prick”? What that mean?

“Prick” is a code for – WTF?

And when it stumbled at “My prick hurts!”

Program snapped like emperor's cinch

He Panders your Fishlets

Without fishlets you are nobody

Feed fishlets so they don't starve

Because they are your I

Wagner and Tchaikovsky ruined Music

Debaucher rode swan and landed on lake

Young bride's father ate kebab and watered wine

Overtly made up evil widow seduced Korchagin

King was murdered inside stage coach

Beggar was confined in home detention

Will Iago overcome Othello

And, the award question:

Who did Tchaikovsky put to sleep?

While They're Pulling out Africa's Innards

My life is so short

I need to pad myself so much

Read a book-or-two

And die with surplus energy

Hitchhikers' Guide for Al Qaeda

(episode – Texas!)

Come to Texas and speak freely

Be sheriff’s deputy for justice

Bring your portable mosque

Cruise Rio Grande by plane

Sleep in Stetson

One day in elementary school

Straighten up border with New Mexico

Davy Crockett – predecessor of martyrs?

What is tequila and what's tortilla

Be Samurai in Cherrybone

In summer's shade

Fat samurai

Among cherrybones

Oh Catty!

Oh cat Oh cat Oh cat

Bear me a piglet

Modified

And where is Lucky Luke?

They forbade him smoking

And Jolly took him

Far away from doctors

Blake Conducts Investigation

In flower Baudelaire's ugly butt

Who fucked his uber-lie?

Let Mallarmé pray...

Paris is that, girls love

Mysterious paupers

Who bloom in semidarkness

Misery and Poverty Cooked Potatoes

Last night hungry Greeks

Slaughtered Cerberus

Corpse fell to Jerusalem

They baked heads

In golden homes

Black mass of brains

Took off into dusk

To conceive with

Bitches

Peacefully to Deserts

Lift up the engine from desert

Let its tip enchant

White pupils

Of the sick

By soft road to womb

Whence milk flows

Into cold children mouths

Smoke from cosmos slowly

Drips

Into alveoli

And blood merges with the setting

New bodies, like coral

Feed fire

Church of Revolution

Do not pollute me with today's day

Turn off arms, forks, bread

In the Church of Revolution God is hungry

Sin is invisible

Empirically unprovable

And chimes call

To keep quiet

Origin of Private Property

Here was placed a sign

By armed workers

There was a gunfight

With work tools

It is hard not to wonder

Because investments brought happiness

To the poor

God is Eros

Ocean queries about the new dead

It would like to know when will begin

Revolution

From the air come rumors

Octopi, squids and rays

Found a bottle with message

Old man from the cave writes

“My Eros has risen!”

Flower and Bumblebee

I have nothing to show you,

Says flower, except nakedness.

I have nothing from your nakedness,

Says bumblebee, I only care about your

Candy!

But, that candy is, says flower,

The essence of my nakedness!

I don't care, says bumblebee,

I don't want to think!

Buddha and Elephant

Elephant ate tree

And from tree could be made

Teeter, house, chiffonier, bench

Never mind, I gave him the apples

Although, it was not a tame elephant

I observed wilderness in him

Mountains and forests, clouds and river

Rain flowed down the skin

Seeds germinated from folds

Great wheat savannah with

Castles and pagodas

In that dream people moved

Worked, slept on heaps

Huge mirror was built

In which truth could not be found

Sand winnowed

I woke up under the tree

And the elephant just waved

End

In Linden street, Moritomo

cries over radio-silence,

electrophones had lit up the city.

“It is pointless!”, bellow people,

“Is there no God in cosmos?”

“I will walk through you”, he decided.

“Where plasma passes, there is no blood.”

He rejoices, because Space is full of

unreasonable bloodsuckers.

Sooty machines drooping into the

molehill.

“He is emptied”, collude men

while he passes through them. “Dry.”

They are wounded and immobile, but do talk.

Specter of matter.

In sea the shellfish arose.

“Now is really the end”, states he while

emptying from forms.

“He has released ink”, says one,

who is illiterate. “He is hiding”, adds

another and drops dead.

“Here you are, tattoo yourselves”, are his

last words.

Cage

Here is cage, and bird flew away

Scientist sees ruined cage

“Now will death”, says he

And of bird he has forgotten

Food for Carp

Hammer broke nut

Genes from legumes fed

Carps' graves

Fear stopped him cold

He laughs and lies

Gene for laughing releases bubbles

One more line in geometry

Lifted towards Universe

I will no more be merciful

Here, have your lobsters

I abhor

Caviar

You will become caviar

You will travel by seed

Red earth in stone

Water's food

Ice and fire, as need be

Soul's mirror

Drawings on wall

And until you deliver

You will love the evasive

And electron that permeates you

Will hurt

Emptiness

Where eternal humans are

In mountain

Faces letters of alphabet

Brain marrow of skull

Smooth objects in hand

And on this side

Echos in cave

Of jade

Essence

Moritomo goes to Mars

Moritomo brought fry-pan to Mars

They said there's water

And where's water, there's – fish

In the world of illusionists

Bring your own accessories

Air

Spectacle

Evil Electron

Wind brought cloud

We thought it was bugs

Sun light was teeming

Through greasy corpuscles

It was World's Soul

Swollen in the West

Their electrons

Connected by resonance

Forced them to drink blood

And other scents

We slept

To recuperate

Fear from short circuit

Made our bodies

Paralyzed

Boltzmann's Brain

You have a chariot

And you have a horse

And now you need Boltzmann's

Intelligence to put all that in

Motion

Perfect Thought

Caterpillar’s job is

To fatten

On buttocks, it has horns and

Faked face

It consists of a one fiber muscle

Rudimentary eyes and

Olfactory nerve

To fatten

There is mouth – and no anus

All it eats

Turns into butterfly

Haiku

Perfect Sky

In petal's lap

With baby

Where is your secret?

You are practical, I don't know

Who you learned that from?

Bitch