Market Day

Market Day

Bossa Nova
The Little Admirals" Departure
Talk to Me
Market Day
Tendency
Apprentice

oh I do not need anyone to listen to me
come and talk to me and if you want touch my hair with your fingers
taxidrivers have grown tired of my aimless ride
I am going round and round the city looking for my great love
everyone is a drag, a drag and I am stalking the silence with my mouth wide open
I need the right words say them speak to me
come and talk to me I do not need a confessor of any sort
or a shoulder or an ear just a mouth that speaks
as if it kissed every word before letting it out
truckdrivers are tired they are driving me at night
my yearning is a dangerous burden a wild loneliness
I am spreading my intercity chakras searching for you
we might miss each other at the traffic light
and in that case I will follow that voice saying the right words
I will follow you up until you slam the door of your car
and ask me: what do you want?

AuthorOlja Savičević Ivančević
2018-08-21T17:23:12+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments