POETIC TAROCK

 VI

Going solo

Being a kid? Easy-pleasy! And fun!

Nooks to explore and Amiga to run!

I had my comics, my toys and my dens.

And I had Marko. The closest of friends.

We all need our heroes. Some thrive in cartoons.

We all need our heroes. Some rest in their tombs.

Neighborhood? Brotherhood! Workers, unite!

Proud of my homeland. »For what I have died,

I would die again!« I was hooked on that verse!

So many stories for me to immerse

into bravery, grit. What a course to traverse!

Always remember: your comrades come first.

/A little bit later.../ There's Rene, Yvette,

that painting of Fallen Madonna... Dig that!

So much of Heil! he commits suicide.

There is a twisted joke hidden outside!

Even in wars, there are jokers inside.

That verse. Still lingering. Deep. In my mind.

Me and those horses, we travel alone.

I shall succeed as I bleed. On my own!

»Beavis or Butthead?« A sineaster grin.

Where did it come from? And what does it mean?

My dad is a titan. My mum is a glove.

Don't need anybody! Nor help from above!*

* Going solo?

Matjaž Lutarič - Lynx