(a special kind of lullaby)


Every once in a while
I take a trip down the
Rumbling jaws of insanity
I find all kinds of shit
Down there, you know
All kinds of dirty pictures
Including the one where
You are oozing from my lips

Once in a black moon
And a cian sun
We had a run
Within the revelries of mind
And tongue turn-abouts
We had a tree
With a green crown of blindness
We had nails in each other's skin
And opened dreams
And criss-cross views
And naughty looks
A knotty core I'm dripping up
Harder each time
In fact I doubt
I've ever arisen
From the depths of your roots
At all


GRČA BIČA
(uspavanka posebne vrste)

Vsake kvatre enkrat
Se podam v rjoveče
Čeljusti norosti.
Vse sorte sranja najdem
Tam spodaj, veš,
Vse sorte umazanih slik,
Tudi tisto, na kateri
Mi kapljaš z ustnic.

Takrat, ob črni luni
In strupeno modrem soncu,
Sva stala na nebu.
V orgijah razuma
In zavesljajih jezika
Sva imela drevo
Z zeleno krošnjo slepote,
Nohte v koži drug drugega,
Odprte sanje
In premrežene misli
In neulovljive poglede.
Grčasta v jedru
Kapljam nazaj gor,
Vsakokrat teže,
Ne da bi se,
Ponikla v tvojih koreninah,
Sploh kdaj
Odtrgala
Od njih.

Aleksandra Kocmut - Kerstin