SLOVENSKO

DEUTCH

ON SUMMITS OF EGO

violence is the beautiful

if candles are lit and crystals silenced

something from behind is creeping out

and here it is, crusing memories

entering you, it saltens the horizons

resurrection..

when highest it seems

out of murder instincts life

to be constant hope.

decantation comes after you.

mingling awaits in front of you.

now you can kindle

yearning in one way only

you breathe in

and descend into valley.

 

FROM THE GREAT MOUNTAIN

with thousand turnings of hightide, I don't let the cattle sleep.

it be rested, newly washed picked out of dung.

it will draw the plough and myself for my ears, with a note thread

across the body.

the oldest heifer full of hay.

in the lake made of silver fish there's an aquarium of fragrant flowers.

swim the two of us, hither, thither, on surface, we hold eachother's

soles untill the bottom.

we smell of sweat and you moo , tug me after air.

in water you're a butterfly

on earth a roast beef.

we make love in the coolness like eva peroci with an umbrella.

some early potatoes, a bunch of kids and salad.

a field ploghed up.

I graze all your hairs

on skin that knives are sharp and fresh mowers shine.

gee! let's do it again!

on pasture, tongues out.

lay some asphalt on the road, when tito comes.

the two of us are loyal youth

instead of fresh oranges.

 

BROACH

with the colouring of those he-goats of yours

white from fury's foam it floats from muzzle to muzzle

the snarl of torpid fear you're being shaken by energy of mind's

kilovolts it devours, destroys, fills up, ruins

strenghthens the fresh force of combats

we fight for what's ours, we stand in front of troops

of single-mindedness for ourselves

it is ours, ours the electric desert

thither, frightened dogs we electrify ourselves each with his own charge

on concrete acrosss neon edges the turbine throws us

with a thousandth part of the flux states break up seam by seam

goverments are falling and authority grows dumb when from the summits

of song awakens the laser of power

the vein grows larger, pulse is increasing, every moment

every moment there is more of us,

We're a hydrogen bomb overflowing, melting, and glowing, and glowing,

in infra red through telephone wires between satelites

everything is glowing, glowing

out of your poet heart rockets fly on big cities

sky is burning, the black flag of anarchy is rising on edges of horizon

in front of her i prick each and every one directly between the eyes

aluminium aeroplane, from the inside his neurons are x-rayed

into a pure thunderbolt of hate

everything is glowing, glowing from the engime of the song.

 

PLUG

lying with thoughts in the early afternoon electronic

watches spin atoms around in total freedoom and rhythm

beating time for stupefied neurons with long amplitudes

you fling yourself into a salty water where cold ice boils out

rime gathers around you quite prickly so you

don't sink into sleep maybe just drowse

emotions are tense with no sinew just the feeling

of being on the road many times simultaneously and

that is getting longer ever longer

without memory you start to heat up like a boiler

and warm sweat runs down the radiators where

clean linen is being dried up to be put on one of the bodies which

is already missing the whole procedure and vapour condenses

into self-devouring so you remain lying this way between the wrangle

of two people in love which still have no idea about it

they just stir up the spider-webs a little which from the corner

like some thoughts catch the files and drag them towards the centre

into a spider who wraps you up

into cocoon so that you are a magget full of darkness and then

again a night butterfly bumping roasted in the lamp hanging from

the ceiling smell spring in your morning teethridge attack

them with dentifrice for blood to start flowing between your teeth

and then the lemons yield c

vitamine they stop the bleeding amidst the tribes in central africa

where negroes have really big ones they enliven white females

fill them with juice of tropical forests when in Ljubljana they

are all hapy and open pat them with your weenie there is no problem

at all

you hit the target directly

 

CHAMBER

Time is being woveninside us and clocks are moving with confluences

in the pinnacles of decision

i am telling you it is a pure break to compress like this into

meaning like a chicken before you kill an egg it is either inside or not

a big questions to think about in any case the fear is awfully big

what happens in emptied heads when the dawn of wishes awakens the hen

house a big start from the ice into pirouettes floating for a moment

above the ice in the air

and triumphant truths display their golden medals to the world

of laws of america where being first is a must just get those spangles

from everheated cameras everyone is finding his unity in front of tv

eat it up like koka kola be on the guard time and again against the

defiances of beauty from siberia which from image to image is jumping

and moving music which pushes you into some dreamy hope that the gestures

of a russian dancing-girl are the most experienced outpouring of heart of heart

and luck still without decisions of kapital possibly an accidental

stumble that with no control completes the picture into a most beautiful

contact of dance and ice like snow-flakes would be chasing the wind and

a sheaf of moonlight would break through crystal glases here and there

bronze medals judicial restrictions and vvictory no sense sretches

marks without control and ladders but something deep inside you

knows that the least amount of wonderful snow is when holywood is

persecuting arabs in the stars satellite is turned down above us

scrutinizing sensor eyes desert markets like an unfolded movie

screen of the one and only truth inside our heads with water lasers

bombs do fuck them throughly like a return into the womb be born

again more adaptably one with one same with same that pattern populated

in us by olympic games and laws of the holy family

 

CASTRO

those are old, those are washed out

by anger

drraging them everywhere after the storm

for unrest in the rustle of the birch.

on the march, on the brass band

your head is rising to salute.

carefully summing up all the touches

waliking with the rhythm of crowds.

you are the one, who can take.

the figure with no windows, no doors.

one single grey wall.

the sound is, howling a blue light in front of me

and the hooter.

this time you run against the blow a bigger blow.

somewhere speechless stick in the skin,

elsewhere the shot pierces the bone.

they've already gathered, controlled by

the peaceful palm of despair

it squeezes, it sqeezes, resistance out.

the corpse breathe last littters of petrol.

we went to Cuba like four bats, to suck the blood.

one has said twice: here, have some chocolate Latino

just then the sun has shown up and the ashes

from the hen start to creep on the face.

all the bills were steps and trails to the see,

there to sweeten him.

yours completely necked stoned by rum has squatted

in the moonlight greeting theb revolution,

but mine has not, for the fear was bigger then the cigars.

snarling dogs were chained to our legs.

nobody dare to throw fore-finger on us..

like absented we passed from one side

to another side

of the pover.

in the distance Florida is cheesing milk back to the shore

all the butter spring up from the swallows to the sky.