Lives Journal 1

Matej Krajnc

 

RUGGED CARPET & OTHER POEMS

 

 

THE MERCY

 

The mercy gains, the Lord awakes

It's midnight in October

I never drank, I never smoked

And yet, I'm not quite sober

 

The mercy gains, the Lord takes time

To live and let us live

And all the prayers left unsaid

Are sentenced to deceive

 

 

 

THE RUGGED CARPET

 

A rugged carpet between my legs

And no one left to spy on

And no more songs to sing

And no more beds to lie on

 

A dead stag between my teeth

And a little rain outside my eyes

No kleenex or fair weather

No hardcore alibies

 

And yet it's crystal clear

And yet it leaves no question

The carpet never rolls

And stags are perfect for digestion

 

 

 

THE GREAT INITIALS OF LIFE

 

It looks like

Every stone on this here path

Refuses to melt

 

And it looks like

Every tree I have ever planted

Has now outloved me

 

And those great initials of life

Are just smallprints now

Bitter ones, but still goddamn lucky

 

 

 

THE GOOD UNCLE

 

Sun was well on his way up,

I was well on my way somewhere in between,

but I was never judged by that,

I was always clean.

 

The good uncle came and wondered

what's become of me?

He had a right to ask me that,

he was high society

 

I answered: my good uncle,

I have some mean words for you!

He didn't mind, I was a loner,

besides, he had so many other things to do

 

He died the next afternoon.

He was buried in a high society way.

Someone ate the flag afterwards.

It had to be okay.

 

 

 

CARELESS SUMBITCH

 

That's how I keep going.

I've been buked

and I've been scorned

and my name's been scandalized

But I'm on my way to heaven anyhow

and rightly so,

with a lot of meanness in between.

That's how I keep going.

 

 

 

ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT?

 

Are you lonesome tonight?

The reports say that 39 people died

In car accidents tonight

And 12 poor suckers slashed their throats with weapons

Mightier than knives

Are you still lonesome tonight?

Well ...

You shouldn't be.

There'll be many souls

To haunt you in your dreams

 

 

 

FAMOUS LITTLE TASK

 

Who left the pencils on my desk?

Is this some kind of joke

Or just a famous little task

You did when you awoke?

 

Who filled my heart with fear of those

Handwritings on the wall?

Belshazzar has blood on his toes

With no one left to call ... 

 

 

 

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