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grob.
včeraj sem te še prosil,
danes mi zobje sami rastejo postrani.
mirno streljam svoje misli v luno
in čakam, da se zruši, kot kulisa
v noči brez zvezd.
včeraj sem okusil ljubezen.
medtem, ko sem z jezikom
praskal posušene ptičje iztrebke z krste,
ki tam leži že vse predolgo.
tako zelo osamljena…
medtem, ko jata netopirjev
pod mojo srajco išče dom
kopljem grob.
Objavil/a CalypsoFolie 27.04.08 - Zapisano pod poezija | 1 komentar
Manhattan Loverboy (Arthur Nersesian)
Wolf down wads of cotton candy, blocks of fruitcake in brandy sauce, a storm of Hostess Snowballs, a toilet bowl full of Lime Jello from a hospital cafeteria, prunes in heavy syrup from a parochial school. Pepper it with headcheese, Scooterpies, kale. Then, as a chaser, add a six-pack of Colt 45 tall-boys and do [...]
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Manhattan Loverboy (Arthur Nersesian)
Here, now, were my thoughts and subsequent words: Wasn’t this absurd? “This is absurd!” Why should I have to put up with this? “I don’t have to put up with this!” Didn’t I enjoy living alone? “I enjoyed living alone!” How did all this happen? All I ever really wanted was to unclip those garter [...]
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Manhattan Loverboy (Arthur Nersesian)
My apartment was subdivided and under foreign occupation. For all I knew, they were assembling a big Panzer tank behind that partition, pointing it squarely at my room. Why was I going along with all of this? Because of a cockroach crawling around in the bloody chambers and tubes, impossible to squish deah. That cockroach [...]
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Kratek test
Ali veste, da je kajenje nevarno?
Ga uporabljate pri poizkusih v šoli?
Ali kadite (kadite)? Učite o tem učence?
In sedaj obrnemo vprašanje in odgovor:
Ali poveste učencem, kaj je to molotovka?
Ali jim poveste, da jo lahko naredijo sami doma?
Ali veste kaj so olje sladkor moka?
Ali poveste učencem, da je mogoče iz olja sladkorja moke narediti bombo?
Ali pustite, da [...]
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