The clouds have opened their eyes wide
And all blackness wiped off the face of
The earth.
Night’s curtain has been drawn.
The rising birds in one single squadron
Halloo the world,
Winging and swinging through the
Broad lanes of the ceruleans.
I wake and tremble with the coldness of
Netted fishes;
......
It begins mostly
When Saturday has rolled by
Like a trundling drum on gravel,
With all the loud sounds of
Rock ‘n’ roll music.
In one sleepy hour,
We wake and hail
The sirens of the birth
Of a new day, sunny and warm,
But sometimes with giggling snow
......
Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow,
Morning dew glistens and the sun is mellow.
I enjoy a cool walk in morning's freshness,
Yet memories of lost summer linger precious.
Beside tall trees the grass is turning brown,
Birds sing as colored leaves are coming down.
I see a scarecrow, in the breeze fluttering,
And the faded dying blooms without numbering!
......
The western skies is overcast with clouds in an uncaricatured morning of June;
Before the dew-drops disperse or glitter at the edges of grasses, clouds' frenziness dishevelled humans' furry Heaven.
Still, by the stream, flow all tiny boats; and men,
in hurry, to day's half-fulfilment return home, and promise to come again.
By every breathe, under oblivion women
rush to ransack their children where they never expected them to go, for 'tis time to heavy rain and thunder in repetations.
......
Lying in bed I think about you,
your pretty hanging plants and air-filled apartment
and your big eyes. Its midday, and rushed
I admire the thought of another noon
bathing in awe and elation
just existing in a particle and swing,
of synchronous touch. Your wet mouth
and the pacing heart beating out any responsibility. Lay
still now to breathe smoke from a cigarette, one big exhale I see you smile through smoke, telling tales of love with half whispered sleep. Despite the falling snow
you land on my white body like a delicate drop, quietly
......
The clouds have opened their eyes wide
And all blackness wiped off the face of
The earth.
Night’s curtain has been drawn.
The rising birds in one single squadron
Halloo the world,
Winging and swinging through the
Broad lanes of the ceruleans.
I wake and tremble with the coldness of
Netted fishes;
......
Lying in bed I think about you,
your pretty hanging plants and air-filled apartment
and your big eyes. Its midday, and rushed
I admire the thought of another noon
bathing in awe and elation
just existing in a particle and swing,
of synchronous touch. Your wet mouth
and the pacing heart beating out any responsibility. Lay
still now to breathe smoke from a cigarette, one big exhale I see you smile through smoke, telling tales of love with half whispered sleep. Despite the falling snow
you land on my white body like a delicate drop, quietly
......
The western skies is overcast with clouds in an uncaricatured morning of June;
Before the dew-drops disperse or glitter at the edges of grasses, clouds' frenziness dishevelled humans' furry Heaven.
Still, by the stream, flow all tiny boats; and men,
in hurry, to day's half-fulfilment return home, and promise to come again.
By every breathe, under oblivion women
rush to ransack their children where they never expected them to go, for 'tis time to heavy rain and thunder in repetations.
......
It begins mostly
When Saturday has rolled by
Like a trundling drum on gravel,
With all the loud sounds of
Rock ‘n’ roll music.
In one sleepy hour,
We wake and hail
The sirens of the birth
Of a new day, sunny and warm,
But sometimes with giggling snow
......
S prvim jutarnjim zrakama sunca proteže se sanjivi grad.
Ja i moji sugrađani uz tihi naklon pozdravljamo jutro.
Iza odškrinutih škura sanjivi grad pohlepno guta jutarnji eho.
Uz svitak novina, kafu i prvu cigaretu, sakrio se grad iza deminutiva.
Ulicom prolaze moji sugrađani.
Tašti, srećni kao novi dan.
Predusretljivi, sažaljivi.
Žure da podijele i ovo jutro.
Susjedova djeca spremaju se u školu.
......