Aleksandra Spaseska Poems

Counting cries
curling, crawling

: comming cowardly
...

on the edge
of my baby's eyes
ranting, remembering:
-there used to be colour
...

hands clasped
mouth mumbles.

all things
...

burning trees
burning trees!

left my hand spread open
...

hovered round
your stolidity
and my mischief
...

you're nameless
: a spark never stifled:
and you're called after
and you're rang for
...

Stippled sparks sway stalled
smudged smiles stroll southward
so sameless, so sad.
...

Relentless one,
your breath echoes
murmurs of spite,
I can no longer bear
...

laid my weapons down
today, had one too many
days of spite.
...

Eyelids getting heavier
in the mid-afternoon blur,
images stay still
in our desperate eyes.
...