Cinderella in Chrome Casket

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Cinderella in Chrome Casket

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The Gentle Crush of Lines around the Lips
Bikini for Baby, Blues for the Dewdrop
All the Best Poems Talk about Longing and Glass and Fast Cars and Other Fragile Things
In the Cheap Candy Storefront
Noise, Speckles, Waking
Eskimo Meets Albino
Melancholy

It’s nearly painless
like solitude
like the scent of blond just-washed hair
caught by chance in passing
Mayflies die
until one
survives till the morning
and then they vanish
one day I’ll tell you
about the wreaths of dried flowers
we left
on every birch tree
lost in the fog
on the muddy path somewhere in the villages
about the girl whose hands tremble in the rain
for seven long years
I searched for my sister
and found her one afternoon
behind the first row of books
on herbs
her voice was metallic
she swallowed tokens
and joints
with chocolate
we’d never met
she slept inside the walnut shell
and used to say conversations were
just long goodbyes
often she’d enter my room
and touch my hair until
it turned to dust
into hands that tremble
in the rain

AuthorZvonko Karanović
2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 August 23rd, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 97|0 Comments