The
Poems
of the Green Table		   The Black Tuesday

It's on fire
The stock-market report
And a minister resigns
The dust was a bad idea
Five plus six was twelve
In the heights of heaven
The sun is cold
    Hrvatski idol

Stroj za pranje rublja, tzv. perilica
Vožnja u starinskom autu
Fućkanje kao u priči o fućkanju
Osam dolje
I psihodelija u muzici
I BABE... Babe sve i svuda
I sve meni
   

The Game Is Mine

I am the Lore Master!
The typing woman is watching the screen
I shall not do math
My tatoo moved in the rhytm
The full circle
She knew not
Deja vu
    In Front of the Mirror

The king of hearts, not the Queen
The phone rang on TV, and punctured it
The light was moot, and they looked at my cards
The dryness of it was amazing
The ace was out in surprise
Dusts and sugars
But I am not, and she believed
The last card, what will it be?

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  The Late Hour

To drool all over oneself
Nothingness and lowering
And a glass half-full
The last, the least and the most...
The sandwiches, who came, and walked away
The more and the blind
And the predictions...
I played, and the game was good.