Love Bureaucracy

Open the door, let the light in some more,
that's drawing on the floor
Two shadows
Hairs, fingers, noses, lips
dancing on the scarred parquetry
that we walk all over now,
how appropriate
You won't remember the scene when the tied your feet together
On the cross
tapping the rhythm of your "woman blues"
On the wooden cross
and your high heels digging in
writing your initials on it, upside down
so we would know, a woman was here
and what a woman you are...

With a butter-knife i poke the holes
waiting for your arrows in my cardboard heart
and break my legs to tie a knot around your waist
so i can carry you with me crawling on my arms
around 3 a.m. they broke your door down
coughing through the cigarette smoke
with the stereo playing "I remember nothing"

The ran through you pictures, ran through your ashtray,
they'd run through you identity if you had one
this is the Love Bureaucracy
Scars on your wrists connect leaving you handcuffed
so the examination can begin
-"who do you think you are?"
-"I'm not sure my self... I don't think it's a self"

Reading restraining orders as love letters

I am the reason your suicide failed
you can't die cuz' you're living in my dreams
that's why you can't sleep
tha's why you're tired and pale
It seems that you've been wondering through my dreams
you got all the wrong things in all the right places
and of course, one of them is me

I wanna break your spine just to see how you bend
I wanna bite your face to see how you taste
I wanna eat your heart out, I bet it's bitter sweet
I bet you jump more when i bite your lip than rub your clit
I'm gonna make you a bed out of all my songs so you can use my lyrics as thongs
and all the papers would drown in your hair and drag into your brain so you'll never stop to care
and than id stare
at your skin, white bare
just like a desert dune in the winter wind I swear
And just like that wind, my fingers tickle your skin
write in invisible ink
- "this is mine"

I hope all of this is funny and it makes you laugh cuz all these stories aren't even half
I hope it makes you laugh inside out
I bet your even better that way, no doubt
If I hang myself I'm gonna use your hair
You'll be the one to blame
- Now do we dare?

Romeo mora umrijeti

Romeo, Romeo,
stvarno si je omeo,
zbog ljubavi vaše od žgaravice ja patim
Ovu noć
Kući nećeš doć
Pod uličnim svjetlima ja te pratiim
Nadamse da leptiri
u tvom stomaku
ne liče ljubavi nego raku
kišnaje noć, ubojito sijeva
pod uličnim svjetlima romeo rekvijem svoj pjeva
Ljubavi moja
života moga ženo
romeo na kiši boja beton u crveno
Noćas romeo umire....

Ispovijest: Rudolfi

i u neko vrijeme nakon nekih budnih groznih noćiju
zaoštre se zubi ispod tih crvenih očiju
i ne vjeruješ sebi, i sve je nepoznato

Kad naša jegulja u kralježnici šalje kob i bol
koja šamara nas po zatiljku
sa poljuljanom zbiljom gladan čovjek kreće u lov

između ljude podivljat, il među drveće se sakrit
egzorcizmom ju izbacit,
uhvatit dušu za grlo i prijetit joj

a ja sam smeće kakvog nema i ja radim to prečesto
pišem svoje šale svojoj duši nožem u čelo
a slina curi, ko hijena se cerekam

i kad prestane te plašit, dali postao si lud,
kad ovcu iza oka trgne tamna vučja ćud
samog sebe počneš tješit, da više nisi to ti

Jer kada budiš se na podu ko onesvješteni zoduh
kažeš brate nesjećam se nisam bio dobro,
i sam znaš - ne lažeš tako dobro

samo podvojena ličnost može lagat samoj sebi
znamo da sve što opće radimo je
samo utjeha za život, s kojim živimo


Ovo je moja priča, o životu i rani
Riječnikom kaijša i vina

U crnoj kronici, ugljenom sam pisao
Imena onih koji pljuju otrov
riječima i djelom

I sada, sam u mraku čekam svoju priliku
I sada. sam u mraku biram svoje oružje
-sam u mraku opće tolko nije strah

Ja sam loš primjer tužnog lika
ja sam čovjek koji loše osjeća se loše


Eksponencije kurca

Ja imam dugu kosu
ja se drogiram
ako ću ikada da udaram kurcem po trnju
bit ću siguran da budem zarazan

Kritična faza večeri

Pukle su nam žice u glavi
i sada mozak poput gusarskoga broda udara u stijene lubanje
i sad veselje i bjes se jebu i jebu
i tvore klješta za rezanje granica mojih i tvojih
bjesomučno skeniramo noć
i ključevima skitnje
urezujemo
na habu butučnosti
upitnike.
e. e.
upitnike
kao neki pokušaj da slijedim samog sebe u galami
u izmaglici pogleda na pločicama pothodnika
sa iglom i koncem šijem barjak našeg zbilja
sa iglom i koncem šijem nama novo dno.