Violently Interrupted Poem

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Violently Interrupted Poem

To the Gardener
To Female Tailors (In Plants and At Home)
Every Woman Adores a Fascist (To Sleepy Housewives)
To the Neighbors (This Morning My Flesh Is a Lowered Flag)
To the Lost Halves (A Violently Interrupted Poem)
God Is A Big Breasted Switchboard Operator Using A Silky Voice to Tell You That the Number You Have Dialed Has Not Been Recognized
Minestrone
Elvis

My ex-girlfriend
did not sing like Elvis.
she just couldn’t
make the right tone.
nonetheless she
always mixed it with water.
it isn’t necessary to say
how successful
she was at that.
besides, the peanuts were great
the brilliantine was open;
the wreath of little roses was spread out
over heart’s honest blade.
Elvis was under ground, long ago
dead.
and that was the thing which I just
couldn’t possibly
bear.

Translated by: Danijel Brcko, Tomislav Kuzmanović, Lovro Škopljanac

AuthorMarko Pogačar
2018-08-21T17:22:57+00:00 June 25th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 66|0 Comments