“Lucretius grabbed my arm and led me”

Lucretius grabbed my arm and led me

to the spot where he went nuts. I watered little

drums right away and entangled the Sava River

with knitting needles. I putrefied a small soup,

dismembered seven towels. There, He — The

Terrible — burnt on the stake, squatted, too.

My god, I beat him up his ass. Puff, puff, but

no one had heard a thing. Now here, I’m flooded

with flowers by cumin. Even Tarkovsky appears.

Now I will suck you with my thumbs, mold

you like clay with my horns, till he’d vaporize and

see into what and where I’ve traveled to. Into

honor. Into white birch trees. Into the pouch

used for bread. I hung around the world a lot,

frothily crushing the mountain range. With no

avail, with no day’s pay, sticky are my laws.

I protected an elephant as much as I could,

stared at the back of the horse. Joshed the others

now, too, tested spring mattresses. Kept

gulping nirvana. Loosened feathery leaves,

wrapped the emperor into a roll. To not let my

senses perish, to gallop without a break.