they monitor us day and night,

at certain hours

they prepare our pills

and let the funny patient

announce through the hallways

candy time candy time


the medication makes me float,

i cannot feel my legs,

but at least death has escaped me


as i swallow, i lock eyes with the handsome schizophrenic,

because i know we’ll be alone after lunch

and our tongues will be


Translated into English by Pino Pograjc and proofread by Jernej Županič and Rawley Grau.

AuthorPino Pograjc
2023-10-01T11:57:19+00:00 September 9th, 2023|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 151|Comments Off on Poems