One of These Days If Not Tomorrow

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One of These Days If Not Tomorrow

Autumn in Skopje
Wind and Fog
From Now, until Forever (to S.N.I.)
I Do Not Paint, I Make Love to the Canvas
Stations In Between
I Decided – Definitely
Some People
You Can See His Misery

The beret and the overalls are artistic
uniforms of other times.
I paint naked, butt naked.
I’m covered with paint stains.

Multicolored, many colored, like the peacock
that boasts on the canvas.
A drop fell on my dick
I have a hard on ’cause
I get it when I paint.

The trout and the bottle of red wine
will not end as a still life –
I’ll drink the wine and I’ll let the fish
swim at the bottom of the painting,

Immediately under my loved one’s fish
she poses even when she’s not here.
I see her put on her make-up in the taxi
when she opens the door,

She enters the paining like
entering a tub of hot fragrant water,
she waits for me to rub her back
with my painting brush.

2018-08-21T17:22:57+00:00 October 12th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 67-68|0 Comments