The Pomegranate Earth

1.  Interrupting  nothing  for  nothing.

My  body  being  tanned  like  dothraki’s,
The  boss  for  the  first  time  called  me  a  gypsy.
I  can't  disagree  because  she  is  my  iron  lady  boss.

“No  apologies,  but  I'm  so  sorry!”

Tan  is  my  punishment,  though  I  can't  really  be
This  demented.

Frostbitten  I  feel  invincible.
Impervious  to  pain  with  everything  freezing.


2.  Tricking  you  into  larger  nothing.

Being  able  to  play  only  two  chords,
I  wrote  a  song  of  how  Israel  corrupted  me.

I  met  my  old  friend  and  out  of  boredom  of  freedom
Corrupted  him  in  return.

Everyone  parties  here  24  hours  a  day,
Only  aggressive  ultra-ortodoxos  stay  away,
Scaring  the  shit  out  of  people  here.

So  I  tried  to  drag  my  friend  to  LA
To  hit  the  bottom  and  make  it  feel  better
For  the  sole  purpose  of  hitting  the  bottom  again.

“Posle  mojego  kaddisha”,  muttered  my  friend.
I  could  make  him  kaddish  any  day,
But  his  family  would  surely  press  charges.

So  I  traveled  alone.


3.  Quietly  murdering  nothing.

With  all  my  heart  I  try  to  behave  once  in  a  while.
I  met  a  man  this  time  who  turned  out  to  be
[i]My  potential  destiny.[/i]

He  is  a  bus  driver,  moreover  he  is
Like  pigeon  in  soul.
We  don't  fit  together  well,  ‘cause  I'm  a  dog  on  the  loose.

I'd  like  to  grab  a  fistful  of  his  hair
And  slam  his  head  against  my  front  door.
"Cannibalize  him",  says  my  inner  entertainer,
But  I  promised  him  to  think  everything  over.

Day  after  day  we  were  watching  Game  of  Thrones.
My  favorite  ones  were  killed  off,
And  his  stayed  on  the  board.

Obscenely  high  level  of  spleen  made  me  swear  a  lot.

“You  don't  understand  what  is  good  for  Westeros”,
He  purred  happily.

Frankly,  I  wished  Westeros  to  perish  painfully
And  the  Night  King  to  become
The  Emperor  of  the  Endless  Night.

So  I  wanted  to  roll  [i]my  potential  destiny[/i]  in  the  carpet
And  drop  him  off  into  the  abyss.

But  he  went  home  alive  and  I
Saw  nightmares  that  night:
Santa  Muerte  reached  with  her  spidery  fingers
Toward  her  congregation  of  strangers
Lighting  their  cigarettes  and  bowing  to  her.

She  cut  the  heads  off  and  hang  the  corpses  upside  down.
“Stand  in  the  line!”,  she  barked  to  me.

A  dog  on  the  loose,  I  cannot  obey.
There's  no  collar  around  my  throat.
And  the  chain  was  breakable.


4.  The  nothing  becoming  eros.

To  the  beach  I  go  to  wave  it  off.

Deck  chairs  and  headphones,  no  magazines  or  books,
For  I  can't  read  shit  anymore.
I  can't  read  at  all.

Glowing  with  thrill  my  eyes  go  mars  and  mercury
Averting  my  gaze  toward  nihil.

No  Venus  beaming  on  horizon,  I  watch  maliciously
[i]My  potential  destiny[/i]  swim  to  the  shore.

“Why  can't  you  just  drown
So  I  can  go  home  alone?”

The  imaginative  dagger  -  I  flip  its  handle
And  stab  him  in  the  chest.
The  air  round  me  clears  suddenly
Buzzing  and  giggling  with  fun
And  indifference.

Oh  Your  Slutty  Majesty  and  vaše  veličanstvo,  Israel!
You  corrupt  me  in  the  most
Genuine  way  possible.

I  have  nothing  to  give  you  except  a  song  I've  written  for  you.
But  you  ain't  worth  to  learn  to  play  it.



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