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Nobody like me

Nobody, nobody
Like me
Nobody ever like me
And nobody
And never
And nobody
Me!
Around my head

Around My Head

Patients are running through the park to the square.
They are carrying slippers under armpit,
they are carrying dentures in their hand.
Go after them to the newspaper stand in the shadows,
buy them better, buy them all they want.
They are half awake, but half crazy,
barking glass calms their swollen nerves,
roar of iron finds them absolute guilty,
with wrapped arms, legs, eyes and wounds.
Around my head!
They are looking for me and looking for something I hid from them,
vertebra bones, entire skeleton of a dead body.
I get up and shout: “Brothers, plaster is in the drawer!”
They jumped, surrounded me: “He is mocking us!”
They are welcoming with scream each new body part
they are tearing from me, with strained foreheads.
Sometimes it’s hard after years and darkness
to remember why someone again wave with knife.
Around my head!

Little man

Little man wants to go over the line
He wants to go over the line but he mustn’t
Prescribed norms suffocate him
Over the line is his place
Little man wants to go over the line
He wants to go over the line but he mustn’t
He wants to go over the line but he mustn’t
Little man wants to go over the line

Post je objavljen 01.03.2011. u 19:15 sati.