You could be a passerby but you will know the basics Poem by Robert Perišić

you could be a passerby but you will know the basics
words are just bandages, space stations exude the time
words are just bandages and you throw them later on
mornings are connected like towns by the sea
poetry enters in small barbershops
occasionally
I stand in the wind pitifully
thinking about us and we were guests
birds slam into blades of corners
only lightning on the knotted sky, languages
if you find my car on the border
take it