Lives Journal 5

Matej Krajnc

 

FOUR POEMS AS ONLY CARY GRANT COULD WRITE THEM

 

HOUSEBOAT

 

Sometimes the names of boats seem

too feminine. For example: The Daisy, The Virgin

Just take a walk along the riviera and look around!

Well, there are little boats, of course, but

no tree ever bows before them.

(It's an abnormally stupid song:

if the boat sails the sea,

how would the trees ever bow

before it? And the wind doesn't care,

if it's the motorboat. Fuck it,

it sighs, just pour enough gas

into that painted corpse!)

No seagull ever flies so low as to see,

what in fact is happening

on those boats. The tourists take photographs.

The tourists still take photographs. The tourists

undress themselves. And then

there's another scene in the car.

 

 

 

 

NORTH-NORTHWEST

 

The buses circle

and the tourists get their legs bent;

they don't know,

how to be careful

amidst all that traffic.

Taxis. Buses. Downtown trains.

They all love the legs of tourists.

Strange,

I wonder,

shouldn't they be more interested

in their money?

 

 

 

 

SLYVIA SCARLETT

 

I'd like to kiss you,

but what I'd love even more is to tear out your heart,

beautiful, beating,

the throbbing dynamite of your chest.

 

 

 

 

DESTINATION TOKYO

 

I bend to the East.

No, pardon me,

to the entrance.

I made that up.

I'm not crazy,

I just roll my eyes strangely,

and, as I've never learned to ride the bicycle,

I may look crippled.

I can't even walk upwards,

my knees get cracked

and then I limp for seven days at least.

I made that up too.

The wind is such,

that I bend.

 

 

2006

 

 

 

Translated from Slovenian by author

 

 

 

Slovenian (gajica)

Slovenian (bohorichica)