Late­ly we are going to the woods very often
Woods are for grownups
Ear­ly morn­ings as well
When we are not sleeping
When we are not dream­ing of ships

For grownups is closeness
For grownups are lenses
Micro­scopes and wash­ing machines

Lay­ing around the streets
Used up knees
Rolled up in a blan­ket like a burrito
Free­dom is corpulent
Free­dom is fat jeans
Free­dom is calorific
Has greasy palms
Cracked heels

The car­pet at the main square is soak­ing up
The hunger

Beyond the train curtains
Cats are wriggling
Cock­erels are disturbing
Ear­ings* are growing
Night and day* is growing
Qui­et bru­tal­i­ty is breathing
Com­mon as nose bleading
Boys are growing

Boys and fists

At the end of the day
She envies you for
Ocean fresh­ness of monumental
ver­ti­go high concrete-queens
That are enter­ing through your window
Through which legs, new­com­ers are pass­ing through
Big eyes
Big
Appetite

She envies you for loneliness
For farawayness

 

*in ser­bian mind­ju­sice  and dan i noc mean ear­ings and night and day, but in the same time are the names of flow­ers that peo­ple are grow­ing in suburbs
 

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