For The Worlds Poetry Day

Yesterday was a Worlds Poetry Day. I forgot to post anything, although I have a lot of news. First is unexpected publication of one o my the best poems according to editors, in the cultural adding of one of the oldest newspapers in Serbia - Politika (Politics). But instead of (re)posting that, I would rather post something new, translated to English, so that those few followers and readers of my blog can read it. Big thanks to my good friend Nina who helped me with translations I have two newest poems to show.

Wrapped in artificial flowers

Wrapped in artificial flowers

tucked in by my own flesh

I'm thinking about moving magnetic fields

scientists say, towards Siberia the North Pole is running away.

Probably with an anxiety  attack on the brain

from a heat stroke, it moves under the ice.

I remember that cold spring

magnetic fields could then be felt

their vibrations, friction on the walls of blood vessels

I was sitting on the edge watching his face.

He breathed out during the night.

I see him occasionally or I hear him

whispering to me.

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17.52 h – 18.03 h

January  13ͭ ͪ  2019.

Sunday

[to my grandfather Radomir]

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If you could overcome the barbed wires

Of a small dark chamber

While you crawl like a cat around the crotch

You suck in the father's milk

You decompose

Knees and elbows

You lick the feet and the anal vent

You show your blooming ass -

I penetrate in

But the invisible tape wraps the brain

You remain faraway

In the nightfall

Nails coloured bright red

The nape of your head on the bedboard

From the deceased manic depression

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17.07 h – 17.17 h

January  11ͭ ͪ  2019.

Friday