Happy streets V – (Shetland-wool sweat)

my girlfriend’s made from the finest Shetland wool
and most beautiful she is when in the city crowd
her warm freedom undoes itself
inscribed under her eyelids like a caravel
ready to take off high into the air
just before leprosy
kisses the town

her breasts
are speckled and heavy
and in between them one drop of sweat
travels by a sleepy underground
two stations away from the square
to the belly
where it stops
like a man or a woman exiting a waiting-room  
at the railway station
in an unknown city
looking around in confusion
putting down and constantly glancing
at two cardboard suitcases
leaking out slowly but steadily
the hard smuggled lavender
the night radio fuck

Sretne ulice V – (znoj od šetlanda)

Sretne ulice V – (znoj od šetlanda)

imam djevojku od najfinijeg šetlanda
najljepša je kada se na prepunim ulicama
rašiva njena topla sloboda
upisana joj pod kapke kao caravella
koja će se vinuti u zrak
par trenutaka prije no guba
poljubi grad

ima teške
pjegave grudi
između kojih jedna kap znoja
putuje sanjivim metroom
dvije stanice daleko od trga
do stomaka
na komu zastane
kao čovjek ili žena što izlazeći iz čekaonice
na kolodvoru
u nepoznatom gradu
zbunjeno se okreće oko sebe
odlažući i neprestano pogledavajući
dva papirnata kovčega
iz kojih polagano ali sigurno
curka teško prokrijumčarena lavanda
noćni radio fuck