Poezija - Oda srcu

O, sŕce,

Prečudovito in mišičasto srce!

Ti, ki si lokalizirano

Levo in desno

Od desnega in levega pulma

V inferiornem delu

Anteriornega mediastinuma.

Ti, ki stojiš tik za sterno,

Tretjina desno, ostalo levo

Od centralne, medialne ravnine.

Ti, ki imaš obliko stožca,

Ti, čigar os je premica poševna

Od desno zadaj zgoraj,

Proti levo spredaj spodaj.

Pod kotom petdesetih gradianov

Štrliš v vse smeri.

Ti, čigar velikost in lega

Je neodvisna od človeka,

A odvisno od četrte dimenzije

In kolikor dopušča diafragme dimenzija.

Ti, štirisobno stanovanje,

Predstavljaš prenočišče,

Ne domovanje.

V vežo levo vstopi kava,

V rojalni veličini izlije svoja čustva;

V vežo desno primaršira

Komunistična partíja.

Tja dostavijo jih štirje

Pljučni Volkswagni.

Ko srp in žezlo ogledata si vežo,

Okupirata vsak si svojo hišo.

O, sŕce moje!

Ne pusti se ogrožati

In varuj, kar ti je pripadati.

Bori se za svoj obstoj!

Poezija - A Feeling

In front the blackboard

She was standing

Her gluteal chicks

Were fix and tight

When they were high

I was higher

And before I make another go

I'll dring a liter of konjak

To dance around those dandy lines.

Poezija - Distress

sometimes all I need is peace and quiet
and all I need is a place for me and my sorrow
to have a little conversation
a place where schmuel was set on corss
on a highest peek
closer to the universe
higher on the food chain
above all of us
I need a place to clear my thoughts
a place near ficus
below and hidden in his shade
a place where nehemiah gives me knowledge...

Poezija - Pleura

O, ho! pleura
preljuba in predraga pleura
ti, ki pokrivaš moji pulmi
po vsej svoji veličanski površini

Poezija - We are left to ourselves

We are left to ourselves

To our consciousness itself.

Left alone in the dark

We are trying for something

That's already found us.

We can't go on this way

But there's nothing left to do

Other than despair.

The leafs are bloody black

Falling and falling down

And being flushed by the stream.

Devouring consciousness and

It's digesting power

Are overwhelming the lost minds

Of the few.

We've tried and tried

So hard we can't remember

How hard we've tried.

Virginity is no longer quality

Death surrounds us

But it cannot take us.

We're immortal and yet we cease to be

The current takes us with

Through the garden, through the gate

To the other side and yet

We try to resist and destroy the system.

It has no meaning and

Makes no sense

Why choose to live,

If we can choose not to?