I.F. Kobjelska Poems
|2.||The Toes On My Feet Were Blue And Still People Made Me Sick||3/27/2013|
|3.||Not All Of Them Are Black||3/27/2013|
|4.||We Are Like Eyes That Can See Spacesuits||3/27/2013|
|5.||Visiting Lady Just Unneeded||12/15/2012|
|6.||Not Weasel Anymore||12/15/2012|
Red is the colour in which I release scream,
Or at least just little sound between echo,
Dust hidden under dolly´s tiara,
Drinking forbidden jim beam.
Red is the colour of escape, freedom and flight over the mud
She can waltz and crawl in same rythm,
And still she´s lady wearing cap.
Just run through honey chimney,
Pull your hands and slice fame down,
Red is strong and still she´s feeling
How heads is dropping painful sound.
In mousy streets, in autumn coats,