Song About Myself
i’m a lonely flamingo in the zoo
standing on one leg with my beak in the wings
if i don’t eat enough of otherness
my feathers will never blush
growing pale in the shadow of belgrade’s winter
never pink enough
i’m a winged eagle in a deep well
flapping towards the sky and diving down
trying not to soak my flight in darkness
dragging it later along with me
drawing a line on the day
milica says there’s a dolphin living in me
but i’m tying up its fins and beak with plastic bags
i rustle over the crowns of the powerlines
i am a multiarmed hindu godess on psychotherapy
i hold pitchers of water in my many hands
targeting the face of colonisation to wash the blood away
i crow at people’s ears with wormwood brandy on my tonsils
and rain gold coins to be suckled by firstborns
i’m a two-legged mungoos peaking
from the filigrees of confinement
i spill wine on starched fancy tablecloths
i cradle the green eye of the sleepy panda-san
and lying down i eat wheat with a big soup spoon
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i want to die like socrates
for corrupting the youth
though i didn’t have the right paper at the counter to wipe out
all the deviations from my plan and program
i dress medea in synthetics and glass beads
while i cook the golden fleece on the fire of her sins
i forgive you, tragic heroes,
love and bury anyone you want and yourselves too
guard the herds instead of the lives of your fathes and the delights of incest
let the golden-fleeced rams graze on the divine hair
i can’t wear your metamorphoses on my skin anymore
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I love you, Josef K,
i beg you, don’t go to the quarry today,
lunch is in the oven.