mademoiselle and marzipan

thou knows her sin
like bratwurst and brie
bridge badem free
and erase history

mademoiselle, I
confect my nut
for marzipan to morph
tit for tat

for love

divulge freedom
insane relic
wood burning corn
your skin shrinks
with the touch of a waterfall

your embrace
curves
i love to look at
with each rose I give
for love

i exit wounds
you enter freely
we travel far
never to return

sunshine pine

in my mind we travel
and turn on a dime
on pavement or gravel
rain or shine

for strong winds and clear skies
we sail to see
our destiny is what follows
open and free

we tour the countryside
taste olives and wine
dream of the future under
shades of sunshine pine

Fear

i fear the water will breakthrough
the crevice of the bottomless pit
to drown my memories
into ice cold Bering sea

i fear not
to say what i see
as some would dare
my renaissance play

i follow the fear
paint it with fingers
sing it for willows
not to forget

New Day

morning sun
coffee and a hotdog bun
i continue to dream
on the wings of kukulkan

like a cannonball man
when enters the mouth of rhodes
i start my day
with emails and calls

Saharan Doll

nice to wake up with
love and harmony
toasted monte cristo
and a cup of coffee

we've danced before
made love after
rains of fall and
books of knoll

i carry the flame
canvas and oil
aboriginal atlas
and saharan doll

Memory Slave

so, it's all or nothing
i am not afraid of words
nor voice of choice
as creation escapes
by a medium of waves
i do it for i
to remember
myself as i change
as my memory is not enough
for me to survive

Turkish Keyboard

(for sarra)

over the sarra siera
mountain tops
alouette girl dives
through minaret swirls

she enters solar windmills
via turkish keys
she hunts for thrills
and eternities

Legalni Ubica

Da li me ona zasluzuje?
Pitam se.

Toplina doma hladi se.
Krov nad glavom nestaje.

Smrdi ti iz usta djavole.
Mljackas dok zvaces splacine.

Pravis se da znas sve.
Pokondireni damski otpade.

Trudna si i smeta ti plod.
Kazes ne svidja ti se.

Nemas osecaj za rod.
Abortirala bi radije.

Ti si legalni ubica.
Koji zivot ne postuje.

Jamu je iskopala doktore.
Gotovo je.Kasno je.
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