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Nostalgia straten​é​ho fanatizmu

from Postnihilera by Porenut

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Vystrelení z vlastnej osi do hlbín vesmíru,
ktorého hlbiny za fľašu kefíru vymením —

bo pri nej sme v krčmách kuli plány:
— podpálenie pekelnej brány
— odtrhnutie hlavy hintej kurve,
čo dáva rožky holubom-bom-bom

A keď realitu zvrtlo do slučky,
my od strachu maličkí,
s bielym bajúzom, buranským bľakotom
bežali sme:
jebať po bytovkách hrdzavým roxorom —

Aj keď čin to zbytočný je a nevedie k úspechom,
s láskou sa prizerám krvavým pľuzgierom,
Ihlou hmatám vlastný hnev — Pich! —
celý sa rozleje.
Hnisavý vodopád rozhryzie útroby,
jazyk, oči, uši, mozog odplaví...

A teraz ako vyschnutá predkožka prídem s vyznaním úprimným:
že svetonázor vyjadrujem už len radikálnym zívaním!

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“Nostalgia of lost fanaticism”

Shot into the depths of space out of my own axis
I’ll trade those depths for a bottle of kefir

besides which we plotted plans in pubs,
to set the gates of hell on fire
to tear off the head of the pigeon feeding whore

And when the reality twisted into a slipknot,
fear made us small
turned our beards white, made us screech like rednecks
we ran to:
smash the blocks of flats with rusty metal rods –

Pointlessly, with no eventual success
lovingly, I look at the bloody blisters,
With needles I poke my anger – Poke!
it spills,
putrid waterfall dissolves the innards,
tongue, eyes, ears, brain it sweeps away...

And like a dried foreskin, now I come forward with an honest confession:
from now on, I’ll express my worldview with a radical yawn.

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from Postnihilera, released April 8, 2020

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