Ondina Uncrowned III

while you chew litmus and rune’s uranium, are you scared silly?
while the embryo and brain on the Coptic joist is chucked by raccoons
while pellucid skin peels with fat and oil flits the greyhound
while dead horse mackerels and grease pile up and devour the lagoons?

Ondina! Ondina! you boozy and oozy defecator
in the instant and stride of the water hole hog, the range of the turtle shell
shitting on a carpet of oil and brass: you’re the mater familias!
you’re the pup in the infant’s piss, in morning star’s brew and screw!

uncover, demolish, whop, ignite, and twist that soft woolly muff
drill into the synthesis and pile of residue, the homespun fabric and menthol tea
ask for bits of iron dust and the black core of scepters, oh Luna!

may the fuel wheeze and boil, darning the lock and Venus-boat
in the whips that swarm and pour into brass entrails of the outboard
and tremble in marbled fat and soap meals of frigid bait.

Ondina bez magistrala III

Ondina bez magistrala III

dok žvačeš lakmus i uran runa, je li te trta?
dok embrion i mozak na koptskom brvnu glođu rakuni
dok prozirna koža s lojem i naftom linja i prši hrta
dok mrtve šarune i kolomaz slažu i žvaču na laguni?

Ondino! Ondino! bekrija ti i usrano slini rater
u hipu i gibu vodene krmke, u širu oklopa kornjače
sere na tepih ulja i mjedi: ti si familias mater!
ti si štene u dječjoj mokraći, u krcu i prcu Zornjače!

otkrij, razori, smoždi, upali, iskovrčaj to meko runo
burgijaj u sintezi i čoporu tala, u čoji i čaju od mente
išti djeliće željezne prašine i crna mesa skiptra, o Luno!

nek\' gorivo dahće i ključa, krpi i lokotu i venus-čamcu
u bičevima što se roje i liju u mesingani drob pente
i drhti u salu mramora i sapunskom iću, u frigidnom mamcu.