IMPROVISATION
The rock ’n’ roll stars
die. They all die.
Some women visit a hairdresser
with the same zest as some
men go to a brothel.
Martinoski made a watercolour on
cardboard that would embrace
your wall, as a mother would nurse a baby.
Spring is a harlot. You refuse “coffee”
invitations, you say – I’m busy tomorrow.
You envy all those who fall in love
holding tight to the bars in a bus!
Public transport has always been a pimp.
You walk and notice – Macedonian girls,
from day to day, become more beautiful.
The watercolour is a part of the “Play” sequence.
Everyone’s mortal, even the movie stars.
Every day’s perfect for dying.
There’s one thing you know: you’ll never know
which German expressionist wrote the book
that Seymour read
during his holidays in Florida
at a day perfect for a
banana-fish.
