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Grotto


That the little flames won’t
lick me. Four of them with turbans,

four with beards. Here I stand
on the rubber floor,

in front of me you, Gorki,
played billiards on

Capri. For Ron in
Venice I bought

a jacket. The two of us
cooled off. Thick are wasps,

clauses. Two headscarves. For God
and stamen.

The norm. Wind cuts. Nabucco.
Flame of the gobbling mouth.


Grotto


Da me ne bodo plamenčki
lizali. Štirje s turbani,

štirje z brado. Tu stojim
na gumijastih tleh,

pred mano si ti, Gorki,
igral biljard na

Capriju. Ronu sem v
Benetkah kupil

jacket. Skulirala sva
se. Goste so ose,

klavzule. Dve ruti. Bogu
in prašniku.

Norma. Veter brije. Nabucco.
Plamen žrečevih ust.