from “C(o)urt Interpretations”

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from “C(o)urt Interpretations”

Depression
At the Red Snake
Crime and Punishment
Happy Birthday to Me
Family Tragedy
Christmas Poem
In Search of Inspiration
Randol Poem

Gypsies grown dumb,
the bear beer is not on the menu
but they serve an excellent house specialty:
grilled Pushkin.
The chef carves him painstakingly.
There are no manners at the Red Snake, you can eat with your fingers.
The poet sentenced to silence is brought innards.
The hungry ad designer bites into a juicy leg,
and to me the waiter serves the heart!
I keep chewing and chewing.
How tough post-post modernism is!

2018-08-21T17:23:08+00:00 August 3rd, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 55|0 Comments