I don't mind

underground pounding
fists clutching
teeth grinding
soaked in undertow of melodies unwritten

dawn embracing her with patterns
she sleeps alone
with bite marks on her thighs

hm

Na jeziku je ostal zamišljen okus po strahu. V sanjah me preganjajo odtenki oranžne barve in razjarjeni samuraji. Ne razumam kako sem se uspela ujeti v isto iluzijo iz katere sem ravno pobegnila. Telo še vedno odtaka pretekla obžalovanja, pa je tu že nov val zlobe, ki bo iz mene izklesal sveže iztisnjeno nežnost.

missed call

and there was silence that followed noisy rejection
and it tried to convince her she was not human enough
she refused to beat faster
she forgot how to respond
there is strange knowing deep inside of her reminding her how to be devoid of hysteria and just surrender to saying yes and letting go
there will be time for flowers and chandeliers

blah

pigeons collapsing on my window sill
sometimes reproducing on my bed
bird porn
feathers
no wonder I have nightmares
and wake up in tears
slightly confused and aroused
I still hate Sundays

inner

I was led to places already seen
faces almost obscene
nights half dreamed
with hugs never redeemed
sorrows lacking reason
past long long gone
and now I wander
how much it changed me
and what it gave me
and how long will it move
deep deep inside me

tuesday stuff

love letters
dazed days
forgotten books
dust
lots of it
kisses
landing on me
pink
touching me
shy hands
wanting more
early dusk
no rest
got to move on

petek

spet me je opazovala s praznimi očmi in poskušala prikriti nasmešek, ki ga vedno znova riše njena prepričanost, da mi je ukradla nekaj dragocenega (bil je le umetni biser, ne jokam za njim). mene pa sta stresala smeh in alkohol. noč sem si delila z lepoticami, se v krohotu sprehajala po mestu z vročo slastjo v rokah, pesnikom ob boku in modricami na kolenih. ko so me ure kasneje črpale čudaške sanje, je zazvonil telefon, ter me ponovno popeljal v lepoto bivanja.