Miklavž! Stalin’s Taste Is Dumb
At six I go to the cinema to watch
Volga-Volga, the film
that Stalin loved. Windows are made of
porcelain, I’m not made of
porcelain. The weather is always
incognito. A lumberjack, spawn,
what do they have in common with the frog that
I saw in a picture
at the zoo yesterday,
when I was there
alone, like a child, when I again saw,
as long ago, an elephant,
a camel, newts, a lemur.
Heraclitus is hungry.
I Cried (Copied from the Wall)
The shoulders are covered. Bleaches are
greasy. White hunched beings. The sun strikes
with a whip. The posters caught fire. I know
that I’ll bet, I know that I’ll
bet twice. I know that I’ll lie back
down. The flower is smoking. We soaked and hired
a team. With your heels you crash into juices even though
you’re still on your stomach. Little bunny, the bee
is icing over. The bee enchants the sixth chapter. In
an octahedron, but so I’d
keep the oars right near the flaps. A child
moans in the playpen. We know that we know
that we know that we don’t know. From here the snow
melts. Flies eat grasshoppers with traitors.
“A sperm whale inflated by frogs”
A sperm whale inflated by frogs
becomes the mother superior of
sperm whales. I crossed
a blue hoe
with a white
hoe.
To disturb
the ostrich.
A cart with reels, a cart with
columns.
Why don’t you want
a fern?
To disturb
the ostrich.
One Third of Dressed People Are Greasy
A corpse scratched itself. And also
a bird flew. I had
one glass eye and another glass
eye and a fish that flapped
by its collar. We were standing on
a spruce. The streams were lilac.
The sparrowhawk was better bred than
the falcon, but both were
ill-bred. We watched cows—
you had a feeling they wore cloaks,
but they weren’t wearing them—
through the hazel trees that grew beside
the forest. I dreamed of blind horses.
They crashed into gnarls.
Córdoba
The sand is pink, the sand is dense.
The roofs are painted.
Sodium dwells in the ear. A woman has
a black coat. Bushes from rocks,
a manitu with a heavy joint.
Gondolier, I cut your
back, stomach, inner glory.
I’m an abbot from the Danube area,
in boots brandished by a catchpole who
drops my light on the darkness. The forest
is lazy, it sits quietly on dark silk and intertwined
stairs. All the horses spray into
the bell. No! Comrades, the comrades
of rivets gleam in Córdoba.
Hugs
Through a loophole, let’s say that
necklaces were also on hands and
feet, you don’t smash the entire
item. Usually
some storm is involved. Roe deer are
spreading by glass
because they use it against fire. But the fern
also proceeds with shields.
Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Sometimes yes and
no. Buttons change position,
you’re my oppressor. And what are you making?
A planet. And what on the planet?
Palm trees. When you spread out your arms, your
eyelids dry up. The rain flashes.
Not With a Hoof, With a Zipper
Spiders spun the curtain.
I hit the wall with
a brush. I’m a mole who hoards material
from the soil. People will
ski over it. Orderlies will
wear white aprons,
they’ll bury high heels in
tunnels. I’m trembling because I’m
full. Now rushing past the green
window. Did you catch a fish
in between? I didn’t clean up the dance.
It’s for the prince to decide
if rings are better
for kissing.
Friends
Friends called,
Johnny, Johnny,
we all have
nylons.
I had
a basket
that my grandmother
wove as she
sat in a recliner
by
the Drava. How
heavily
she moves, someone
whispered.
