HAPPY STREETS I Poem by Delimir Rešicki

for Roderick
show me happy streets
your blue
wide thighs
a hospital to make love in its stomach
when you turn into a plump sonnet
there we'll break legible ampullae of time
and with its musical syrup incite
limbs that are tired of chemistry
and sodomy

sister, I'm awake and watch
colorless, white-hot mercury
drip for days
from my nose
all over the azure dust
strewn around your bed

I am your snitched-on pimp
sister
I sold your undies
to horny voyeurs
in the endless set
of peep-show cabins on the calvary
I pressed

into those early days of war
when your mouth was a wet
smoke-filled compartment
the button on the sunset doorpost
of

steps
ultramarine and
shop windows

whose entrails
burn down all night long