I drew my brother... Poem by Branko Maleš

i drew my brother
it's weekend
and he speaks 500
languages
get into an orange, be meat
for the lips!
food is kissing
hunger is loneliness
zit is pain on letter A
if pain falls in love
there's an epidemic!
that's a party!
you look at me
and i eat you like
god!
we run! together!
earn the space
look, there's the sun, a cow
in the middle of milk sinks into
pure justice
it's white! it's still white!
here we'll get sick
everything fits into a few
seconds!
bah, even less!
what's less?

Translation Tomislav Kuzmanović