With my girlfriend I'm dreaming about ghosts on terrace Comments

with my girlfriend I'm dreaming about ghosts on terrace
sea mumbles for itself
and the sky is clear, and dark
our car outside the house runs at idle
it runs
you can see nothing else
but we are dreaming about pigeons all night
and cathedrals
as if we were never communists
and, why should you ask?
Jesus sits in our car
and drives all night without a word

to me, the noon is the best
they call me on my cellphone
I'm getting up
light blinds me and I can't see
because I'm a gothic chip
and he fixes the rearview mirror
runs his hand through his hair
and asks hitchhikers on their way to Frisco
Zabok
Lyon
no one goes to Korenica
and he asks them
why are we so poor?
his brain works
works
anyone can see that
our children grow up and get
on the road

outside Charlie Café
hundreds of people
are looking at the engine of our new car
and they talk, they spit
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