vlad (Vladimir Nikolic)

who am I? I'm someone who can sit down
and wonder, ponder, allow my mind to aimlessly
wander through corridors to the meaning of life
about emotions, about the state of the world
about state of mind, about the volumes of words
consumed in the art of getting blind

I take my time to think about the great clashes
of opinions in the vast number of cults and religions
about peoples devotion to blind faith
about the bitter distaste of that last
hundred dollar bill I fucking ate

I think about love and hate, about fate
about the warm chocolate Povitica
my mother would bake, about sliding
live worms and maggots on a hook for bait
just so I could have fresh fish on my plate

I constantly, frantically, enthusiastically
voraciously and vigorously fornicate
and slam thy woman's gate- but
there is no debate of morals
when submitting to such pleasures
to withdraw from your desires
only spawns self-devouring hate

I think about the weather and about giving up ciggers
I sit down and take time to think about the passing
of day into night without a care in the world of running late

I think about love and the idea I could love
without feeling ashamed about the way I feel
so I ask myself, if I think I'm in love
and my heart doesn't bleed
then how can love be real?

I think thinking is a waste of time
it should be concidered a crime
and now is the time to draw the line

we should build damning walls
to withhold our thoughts
lock all the windows and doors
shut our mouths, throw away our pens
and pile up papers and books
douse them with gasoline
and burn the fucking lot!

Fuck poetry and fuck my thoughts-
I'm Vladimir Nikolic
but I think you won't
remember a thing I just said
except that my name is vlad