Ondina Uncrowned IX

I place a poppy on your golden hemmed cunt
and offer a ticktack treasury and my brimming pecker
since I’m the rider in your astral flesh and blood
wanting to give you my emerald pussy-banger – I’m Ludd*

Ondina, Ondina, Ondina, Ondina uncrowned
I dunk you into the golden dust of black meat, into a bath of carobs,
into the vegetal gift of the brow, a zinc key and astral ash
with clicks of shells in the dark, wolf whispers and whip wallops**  

I light a fire on your belly since I know – you’ve shaved it
I stick mice and the dead on my brow, dew of white ticks
Indian daggers and snakes in my eyes (gloxinia sprouts in them,

or maybe the thorn of glycin), apes, dandruff and fish-meal
that tomorrow the coitus of whales and triton screws – mill
copper scales on which Jumping Jacks Jump – Jill




* doubtless, machines are still silent in the Fall of Oriens the Lord's Seraph
** chirping of birds like a chorus bestiary

Ondina bez magistrala IX

Ondina bez magistrala IX

na tvoju, zlatom obrubljenu, pičku stavljam mak
nudim ti zatiktalu riznicu i prepun moj ud
jer ja sam jahač kroz tvoju astralnu krv i slak
hoću da ti dam smaragdni penis – ja sam ludd*

Ondina, Ondina, Ondina, Ondina bez magistrala
močim te u zlatni prah crnog mesa, u kupku rogača,
u biljni dar sa čela, cinkani ključ i pepeo astrala
uz lepet školjki u mraku, šapat vuka i pucanj korbača**

na tvom trbuhu palim vatru jer znam – ti si brija
na čelo lijepim miševe i mrtve, rosom bijele krpelje
u oči indijske noževe i zmije (u njima stelja klija,

možda i trn glicinije), majmune, perut i riblju pašu
što sjutra u pari kita i tritonskog prca – melje
bakarne libre na kojima Jašu jaše i – m a š u




* jamačno, strojevi još uvijek šute u Padu Oriensa Serafa Gospodnjeg
** cvrkut ptica kao chorus bestiarum