two little times

at 1 you live
at 2 he drinks air
and thinks in kilograms
here a big mouth for you
guard us from
clouds, shapes, characters
cures
everyone steals our texts
they play them in heaven for
who knows how many gods!
let him be fat!
for now, he eats and memorizes!
there will be a collision in the sky
little daughters
surge from your mouth
they are smaller than mice’s dreams
they run in the wool! must hide
life! happiness!
out of him bursts a dcm
of sons!
they’re still fat, they still say their prayers to
the shell!
but, the first ones hurry into cyclones
sails are their sex!
the second ones are bears! there they are on
the strawberry! crying!
the third ones spit in the mouth, suddenly
lose weight, run away from their father in
unknown tongues!
counties, counties in the small blue
asia!
but, many would come back from the father
they yearn to get into your mouth
into the wool
the bank
that’s where you live exactly from 1 to 9!
what shall we do with them?
nothing?
you mean, nil?

dva mala vremena

dva mala vremena

na 1 živiš ti
na 2 on pije zrak
i misli u kilogramima
evo tebi velika usta
čuvaj nas od
oblaka, oblika, likova
lijekova
svi kradu naše tekstove
igraju ih na nebu za
tko zna koliko brzih bogova!
on neka bude debeo!
zasad jede i pamti!
doći će do sudara na nebu
iz usta ti pršte male
kćerke
manje od mišjeg sna
trče u vunu! treba sakriti
život! sreću!
iz njega puca dcm
sinova!
još su debeli, još se mole
školjci!
ali, prvi jure u ciklone
jedra su njihov seks!
drugi su medvjedi! evo ih
na jagodi! plaču!
treći pljuju u usta, naglo
mršave, bježe od oca na
nepoznatim jezicima!
općine, općine u maloj plavoj
aziji!
ali, mnogi bi se vratili iz oca
žarko žele u tvoja usta
u vunu
u banku
tu se točno živi od 1 do 9!
što ćemo s njima?
ništa?
misliš, nula?