It’s all in the morning sky

You open your gloomy eyes, Lying in that bed Where morphine alarms are out of tune And everything’s making your pupils go widespread. You don’t want to see, You don’t want to hear, But we both know the secret chord will stay within. You battle with your evil star Although, deep inside you know it’s not right. You’ve been here once or twice, Here where morphine alarms are out of tune And you are surrounded by the smell of a vicious night. There’s something telling me You’ll follow out your…

Packages of happiness

In the dimmed light I was lying completey hopeless; Heart-dead, dream-dead, belief-dead. I was smiling broadly. Just one second away from stopping to breathe, Just one movement away from trying to kill The demon that’d been creating me for years. Don’t be afraid of the vandal that’s playing a mind game. No smiles And no telephone lines. No lightning bulbs And no committed crimes. No appreciation for music, art or design Only history with a head start. No coins nor pockets No lights nor fame. Only shadows through the night,…

Obećana zemlja?

”Jesi li primijetila onu djevojku iza ugla?” ”Jesam.” ”Pogledaj je samo, stoji tamo u svom crnom kaputu sa slušalicama u ušima čekajući autobus.” ”Izgleda mi poznato. Mislim da sam je već negdje vidjela. Mislim da ju znam.” ”Jesi li sigurna? Znaš li da uvijek kad silazi niz stepenice skakuče, a ne hoda? Kada se drži za ručku u tramvaju prelazi prstima ruke po ručki kao po tipkama klavira ili poljima gitare. Nisi shvatila da iz autobusa iskače, a ne izlazi? Da broji koliko ima stepenica po kojima silazi? Da grize…

Another type of dance

It was that kind of dance You dance with thunders, With lightning bolts and comets, Trying to run far, far away And bury yourself under. Except, I wasn’t running, I wasn’t smiling, And for a minute I thought inside I was dying. Only, my heart decided to cheat me with that beat. It didn’t stop beating, It only stopped listening and hearing. Lightning bulbs went out, It was dark and mischieving. Obscure. But, still, I kept my eyes open. Picture you on one side of the river, Lying almost dead…

Rasplesana skulptura?

Možda večeras i moja olovka piše slovima stranim Riječima i brojkama Skrivenim u tami poznatoga. I možda moje misli ne teku tiho, Kristalno jasno. Poput rijeke. Poput suze na tvom dlanu. Zbog toga mi oprosti. Večeras, strana su mi slova Pričinja mi se, Ta mogla bi biti tvoja. I strana mi je olovka u lijevoj ruci nadesna; Sva crna, plava, Utrnuta i ukroćena. Ona vrišti bez imalo bola. I zbog toga mi oprosti. I one slijeću; sve one nesreće, Taj ogroman roj osa Sve krizne situacije; Postajem gola, potpuno bosa.…

Ja umirem prva

I. U prostoriji duguljastoj, mračnoj i hladnoj Sunce probija zlaćano. Tamno. Roditi se mora, roditi se neće; To je samo još jedno novo pridošlo smeće. Smiješiti se ne zna, plakati još manje, Voljeti ne želi, ali pobjeći neće ni kada svane. A oni čekaju; Kaputi dugački, blatnjavo smeđi, Ispod stolica narančastih se vuku Iako im on nije njihov sin treći. Jer roditi se mora, roditi se hoće, Dokazat će svima kako disati znat će. Zato primi me za ruku; Znoj se cijedi Nemoj me ispustiti jer ja umrijeti ne smijem…