don't hug him like you used to hug me
do it less real, please!
don't with my hands-your hands
I have became pregnant since we broke up
one whole life grows up inside me
sometimes I feel sick, sometimes overloaded with life
I look like myself only from outside
from inside I look like yourself in a thousand
different ways
Roentgen had invented his rays
I have invented krunrays for taking rays of soul
On the soul-rays of myself you are seen:
opening your hands in intending to hug
looking with your eyes lightening myself
spreading your soul as drug through my veins
wondering of such unusual krunhouse-krunland-krunworld
There is no pleasure like life
just a treasure of remembering love
dead love, which is
reborn in me every single day
I'm tired of a dissolute infinity, which prepares so
many events
and
perfomances in me, with you in a leading role
(millions of people aplaud and scream and go out and
in)
don't hug him, please, I
can't stand it
don't with my hands-your hands
(you were mine and everything yours is still mine)
that's why the poet exists
he is like a people's parent – can't lose sight of
everybody of everything
every event which happens in the world is resent
through him
in the saint's
words
don't look at him with my eyes
don't love him with our love
don't kiss him with my tears
don't kill me, please, I'm
barely alive
Inside me instead of me you are
living
you captured
krunhouse-krunland-krunworld
and live there with a behavior typical of every
conqueror
PS: Don’t force me to be a poet;
(can’t you see how hard that is)
that
definitely wasn't my young dream.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Krunoslav Setka.
Published on e-Stories.org on 03/08/2007.
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