Peter Šulej Poems

I am
the spirit of satellite
(something of an angel)
I whisper whisper:
...

they are,
kissing you my little china girl from a town under the Andes
with (hispanic-jewish) forefathers scattered all over Europe
...

program is program
all the time it has been lying right before our eyes
oh until we figured out
that program is program
...

courageously approaching fin de millénaire
with a project of a new legend
as the old are so worn out
fit for nothing but a remix
...

my name may be may
may is a poem lost
that we all so desperately strive to rediscover
and search for in the least plausible places
...