JOVICA IVANOVSKI: TEN POEMS
THEY ARE OF ALL KINDS
The people behind closed
windows and locked doors.
Each with his own secret, for he who has
none is not perfect, but retarded.
People are just people,
sometimes they’re holidays of existence,
other times, vain victories over contraception.
Each with his role in the line of order and chaos.
Some are good for breeding only, others
have a role in the global revolution,
one is a cosmopolitan nerd, another a cultural turd!
Nevertheless, most are confused and afraid
little weirdos behind curtains and blinds.
Common people, who, aware or unaware,
hide or show more
or less than necessary.
“Enough,” says my grandma,
“they’re of all kinds.”