Just an Obsolete Observator Masked as a Jester from Yesterday – Keko Prijatelj
November 30, 2021
Politics online
I hold my left hand
Up to the sky and you
Take a photo
Holding your right hand
Like that looks like
You’re doing a no-no salute
You say
I call you an idiot
You call me a nazi
You get the likes
I get one
From a guy who likes bikes
And is into history
And knows
The president has been abducted by the kabbalah
A marxist surrogate has been placed instead
Follower
The whirlpool. The whirlpool of air
Sounds and I hear them
This is just
A memory of a memory and when
I say I believe I believe
In believing them
The moment is of easy times and soft
Muscles blessed by your truth
Your teeth are white
I can
Wait for your balcony speech as
That gives me time
Finding the angle to be the first
Thing on Earth to receive
The Sun through your smile
I stumble upon a coin
From Roman times
Rogue
Look at the things
Shining in the windows
You set out to steal
Dreaming of shopping
Blonde yet a beggar
A poor boy
You are mad, a murderer!
Whether past or future
Glossy reflection on an opal surface
Eyes tickling with craving
You steal the sidewalk
Smoke all the fag ends
Man approaches and pulls out a hare
Who points at!
The Sun setting into an island
What is beautiful is not stolen
But you wander away from that view
Dust up to your knees
Dusk on your shoulders
You’re set out to kill
Advice to the only one on the bus that strives to be an adventurer
In the glowing light a black stain
A bug cemetery
No instinct to save the newcomers
With humane their instinct is human
Join me in despising them
The plague of tourists flocking our local sun
Have a glass of wine
Our antique not the pink posh French
Vulgar on the tongue one
Admire the insects that are mighty and beautiful
That do not hit the bulb
When you’re about to leave me
To enter the sea
Never say I’m going into the water
Water goes into wine
Show some subtlety
Share my story
My empty gaze on the most beautiful
Ass on the beach
Never go barefooted into the jungle
A wound is a deathbed contemplation
A predator is a priest
So if depression is a virtual wound
And the internet is the wild
Rabble is a predator who chants
Repent and die
Unicorn’s forest
Unicorn’s forest is soaked in fog
It’s not meant for asthmatics
(And panicles dewy)
(And tickling verdure)
I am not asthmatics, except for psychosomatic
Though my uncle, also my great-grandfather had asthma
And I’m a traditionalist
(And panicles dewy)
(And tickling verdure)
Unicorn and I are looking at one another at a decent distance.
The age of capital punishment
Beware the crow
Beware the bow
Beware! the show
Of clichés and cockslimy kitsch
The crow poised on its black
The bow strung over its back
The arrow poisoned
With ads on tutorials
On self-advertising
Every step of the selfie
The crow is ugly but the bow is sadly
Crafted for an arrow too many
The show is fire and the forest is
A pyre
How I loved you, winsome crow
Before your caw
Got filtered into a tweet