Brane Mozetič Poems

Can you hear it, Dave, that noise outside. Maybe
it's a burglar. Or a bomb. Come on, wake up
Dave, maybe another war has broken out and we'll have
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Do you see fingers through the dark
do you feel how they stick to your
skin, how they shiver with untamed
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Friday is the day you think of death. That's why
you have to go out, having had enough
of torment, masochism, constantly
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it's midnight almost and I silently stare
into the blackness before me, no image of the
day left, no dream left of the night, pretty
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loving you frightens me, you see,
not because I might fear death,
decay, damp earth, nor
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When I arrive, you throw your arms wide open,
you want so much tenderness, caressing
and kissing, you keep grasping for my
hand, you long for my mouth, wanting more
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Love Ana, Ljubljana is a nightmare. The first
thought that comes to your mind is to cut
your wrists, to tie a noose, or to leap
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The dog runs about the meadow as I watch
on. Every so often he stops, sniffs, runs on.
Goes in circles. Sniffs around the mole-hills
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They wouldn't give anything to help me
survive. No faith nor a hope
to repent, beg, be redeemed. No love
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What happened? I went on
a night-time stroll to some sort of reservation,
alternative forces from a pathetic nation
to which I belong, and look, it carried me
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