Lives Journal 6

Matej Krajnc

 

WITHOUT A COAT AND A PIPE

 

 

THERE WAS A MAN

 

There was a man

And he disappeared

Among the shrieks from the desert

Among the fists of the workers

He was fond of the darkness

Waiting for Godot

And he loved to have fun

With the wives of the natives

 

And even now, when the storm

Stops the time as it is,

Many among us

See him as he appears

Out of the books

Without a coat and a pipe

The very same one

Known among readers of comics

 

There was a man

He might have been born

Grown-up and of age

And not the knowledgeable one

 

And even now, when the storm

Stops the time as it is,

Many among us

See him as he appears

Out of the books

Without a coat and a pipe

The very same one

Known among readers of comics

 

 

 

 

NO REAL STORMS ANYMORE

 

There's no real storms anymore

As there's no Indian Tea

But the ones that remained

They just rattle a bit

And the Special won't depart

She thinks it's not fair

To leave another station

So far behind

 

I killed a falcon

For supper, of course

But his relatives

Cursed my guts out

And the supper is tasteless

Because there's no rain

Well, the rain, as you know,

Is not to be trusted

 

There are no real storms anymore

No one discusses them

The sky puts on a grin

And uncovers a few roofs

And people who run

To find solace from rain

Don't fear anymore

There's nothing left in their eyes

 

 

 

 

TAKE THE UZI, JUMP THE BREAD

 

There's no point anymore

to take the uzi, jump the bread

Fruit-sellers don't know

And traders don't care

About what may happen

On some old empty road

Before they get paid

Whatever they've earned

 

I paid dearly for silence

For not talking at all

Now I'm climbing the trees

And I'm shouting aloud

I get threats every day

That I might get done in

But I fed all my cats

And the postmen are gone

 

What do you think, you old shepherds

Who reproduce in the woods

While riding your cattle

Out to the sheiks

Those who don't pay

Have hearts made of clay

But we learned to live

Without those, of course

 

 

 

THE SINFUL GILDING

 

There's a sinful gilding

Pouring from the curtains

There comes a boy

And he makes himself a whistle

The belfry falls down

The peasants all gather

There will be no

Mass anymore

 

Madonna smiles

Her hidden smile from the wall

The saints are all running

Two by two

The altar falls down

The peasants all shriek

There's nobody between them

That likes the last shrift

 

There's no sin without sinning

The crowd knows that it's true

The one who stands up first

Will cast the curse

The one who stands up first

Gets beaten by the chalice

Too beautiful to be praised

But too bad for digestion

 

There's a sinful gilding

Pouring from the curtains

Walks to the pulpit

Bulging all the way

The pulpit falls down

The peasants do too

And the tabernacle pours gold

All over them

 

There's a sinful gilding

Pouring from the curtains

There comes a boy

And he makes himself a whistle

The belfry falls down

The peasants all gather

There will be no

Mass anymore

 

 

 

VIBRAPHONE

 

I'm the silent one

I can only nod

Hampton has his vibraphone

But me, I do not

Hampton, he has

A few centuries left

Meantime, the park

Will, alas, remain closed down

 

I opened the package

Lo, an eminent dog

Why can't I be one

I'd gladly pay for it

When will I at last

Cut my leg off

Proclaim myself a martyr

A respectful citizen

 

Cardiologists

Forecast the snow

But that's only a dream

The echo, he claims

That's only stories

Of the bad jokers

And fame of the ones

Who cannot take their own lives

 

I'm the silent one

But Hampton is not

He beats on his vibraphone

Without nursing a care

Down by the brooke

There's an old blown-up mill

It's not the only one

To be fair

 

 

 

 

Version in English language by Matej Krajnc

 

 

 

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