My Last Words/Moje reči na samrti

 

Maybe
the end
really is nigh.
In February
+ 18˚C
above me
a huge white
cloud
in the shape of a rabbit’s head
I call it
Big Heff
Last night
gets back at me
with these alcohol-induced terrors
the only thing I want to think about
is
Jenna’s
clit piercing
in the new movie
produced by the Wicked.
California
you great big crypt
on the other side of
the world,
right now the night
holds you in its arms
and
Jenna Jameson is
asleep.

 

 

Moje reči na samrti

 

Možda je
kraj
uistinu blizu.

U februaru
+ 18˚C
iznad mene
ogromni beli
oblak
u obliku zečje glave
zovem ga
veliki Hef

prošla noć
mi se sveti
alkoholnim košmarom
jedino o čemu želim da razmišljam
je
Dženin
klit pirs
u novom filmu
zle produkcije.

Kalifornijo
velika grobnice
na suprotnom kraju
sveta
sada te grli
noć
i
Džena Džejmson
spava.