Ondina Uncrowned I

the innkeeper’s Tear sizzles on a red-hot embryo,
wallflower and cuticle fall on the collection plate
Ondina’s bulrush bodyline wants it from the rear
or from a Hun’s horse, deep and in rhythm with its trot

in the globule of the embryo’s plastic balls
tendons, clusters and sub-rosa species galore
stokers fill it with dust that, look, audaciously
disappears in the goat blood of mischief

does your pussy ooze in the marshy curls of water lilies?
or is that an extraterrestrial ramming Ludd with a light spacesuit
whispering to Ondina in Dalmatian: “Where are your kids?”

to then dip, hot and whole, into the hollow of the cosmic Arch,
as the pussy’s expander hisses and swells like a live hydra:
“Wow, oh Worldly Ondina, that was a Nice-Fuck-It-All!”

Ondina bez magistrala I

Ondina bez magistrala I

na vrućem embrionu cvrči krčmarska Suza,
šebojev cvijet i kutikula padaju na tas,
Ondinin šaš od fela tijela traži (z)guza
ili na hunskom konju, duboko i uz kas

na mjehuriću plastične loptice embriona
žlice, rašpa, tušta i tma sub specie rosa
ugljenari ga pune prašinom što, eto, smiona
u zlatnom visku psine nestaje u krvi koza

u vodenoj kudri lokvanja mokri li ta pica?
ili to svemirac nabija Luddu lak skafander
što Ondini dalmoški zbori: “A di su ti dica?”

i nestaje, zapreten i sav, u rupu i svemirski Luk,
a kao živa hidra šišti i buja u pici ekspander:
“To je, Svjetska Ondino, bio Lipi-Sveopći-Fuk!”