Skizonoid by Sukasah Syahdan
as old zagreb lies there on the wait for a young friend driving, i question myself, "Do you love nausea?"; seeing can't be this punishing i suppose i shall offer the world only one ear: a man's singing on the fm if they dare to call it a song, humanity is in great danger; then, a female singer does she look as she sounds? she screams this lonely word "angels," meaning "poets"-- those predacious creatures the big shall devour the small; they dub it a game of survival? look, if poems should lie for melodious rhythms or abandon faith in coquettish rhymes pull aside and stop, joko let me change my mind and get off! for going is now the last thing i want.
(Koprivnica 1993)
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