{"id":497,"date":"2015-12-03T07:08:27","date_gmt":"2015-12-03T06:08:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=497"},"modified":"2018-10-11T19:52:11","modified_gmt":"2018-10-11T17:52:11","slug":"poems-by-miljan-micakovic-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2015\/12\/poems-by-miljan-micakovic-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Miljan Micakovic"},"content":{"rendered":"

Image: <\/strong><\/span>\u00a9 Miljan Micakovic<\/span><\/p>\n

Author:<\/strong> Miljan Micakovic<\/p>\n

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Inside and Outside<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Marshall went to the shop,<\/p>\n

To by some milk and meat,<\/p>\n

He even ate some Pop-<\/p>\n

Corn while starring at the cashier\u2019s tit-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

-le, yes, she was \u201ccashier in chief\u201d.<\/p>\n

Marshall was greatly surprised<\/p>\n

For her face led in disbelief,<\/p>\n

Indeed, lacking an eye under the left lid.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He tried to makes sense in vain.<\/p>\n

He paid the goods and, outside,<\/p>\n

As he was peeping again,<\/p>\n

He perceived what was blackness inside.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

The Eraser<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The woken claim a piercing speech<\/p>\n

Crossing, cutting the morning glass<\/p>\n

How long will it take for each<\/p>\n

To realize away they pass,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To see that the sleeping never cry,<\/p>\n

Nor that any sound drifts in the air<\/p>\n

And yet all throw far away an eye,<\/p>\n

With the other at themselves they glare,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

With the never-ending question,<\/p>\n

\u201cBut what is my name?\u201d<\/p>\n

Out loud and fishing for attention,<\/p>\n

They shout with no sense of shame.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

A Light-hearted self<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To feel like a monster, a common fate,<\/p>\n

Falling on the head completely unprepared,<\/p>\n

Seizing all, mind, hands and eyes<\/p>\n

Forcing all to follow a soft voice:<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The inner one, the one that comes along<\/p>\n

That is familiar but to you alone.<\/p>\n

Yet a pleasure flowing everywhere<\/p>\n

For an instant so real yet so true;<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At last, pulling you down from<\/p>\n

Where all aroused, you shall see<\/p>\n

That you\u2019re flying back and away.<\/p>\n

Perhaps, that wasn\u2019t the wrong way.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

The Mess<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oh boy, my paper\u2019s black,<\/p>\n

The ink even got to the back!<\/p>\n

What a mess I\u2019ve done!<\/p>\n

All that work made for none.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Okay, Okay let\u2019s do it over<\/p>\n

Again, but this time no shower,<\/p>\n

No diluvian rain of chemical<\/p>\n

Texture, baby, let\u2019s get clinical!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Precise and neat, straight and clear<\/p>\n

Like an athlete throwing a spear<\/p>\n

Throw, throw my thought throw<\/p>\n

On the paper that must be hollow.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

The Smoky House<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Among others around it,<\/p>\n

Almost identical; same number<\/p>\n

of floors, same wideness and height,<\/p>\n

All having little flames burning in<\/p>\n

through the windows, none but one,<\/p>\n

This house, pours the grey smoke.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Among those lights, it perfumes<\/p>\n

The air without invading, harassing<\/p>\n

The senses, yet distinguishable and ironical.<\/p>\n

The fire, alone, becomes the father.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Childless, bright and clear, fires<\/p>\n

burn, consume the smoky air.<\/p>\n

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___________________<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A straight line above another, those rails Stop where the page ends, although no pages are the same, nor the paper, nor the ink And the words look odd because none are Thought but from the white alone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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