Slobodan Skerovic - from a Poetic novel EARTHPHOBIA, not yet published

Lost in pupil

You’re bleaching naphtha, in trochees of brain.
Music in phials, like blood cells.
Psychotic energy, asleep in biceps.
Species going down, into nations and marriage.
Into variety, into funeral chimes.
Flags are burning, napkins ruffling.
Don’t look at others, your look is a hurricane.
Views will clash, fat will spill.
Golden capriccio grows into Armageddon.
Embedded in laughter, here within reach of frost.
Rolled robes, pencils and toothpaste.
You eat with fingers, by the bonfire.
Earth is hot, meat is juicy.
Night opens, wild flame lifts ambers.
Fireflies circle the planet.
You are joyful, when nobody listens.
Hidden behind the Moon, you enter the Ray.
Fantasy world, stamped into mind, even before the beginning.
Image in glass, but you are blurred.
Knowledge of day and night, that’s what eyes respect.
They fly over canopy, they carry.
And further away, the source of mountain’s lake.
Blue iris, in it black seed.





Maybe you are awake, when no one is

Elide the verb, for multiplex us.
Duplex connective, two fiery disguises.
Cancellation of a syllable and the outer letter.
Body without adverb.
Spacious mind merged into synapse.
Ocean is the source.
Bouquet blue and violet.
Abhorred.
Maybe he was motionless too long.
Best is the one who dies alone.
And the worst dies in friendly environment.
Do not wake them, before time.
Spirit is cantankerous, it will take revenge on you.
When looking, listen.
Speak, let others think.
In the end the sponge squeezes you out.
Bitter, brackish, sour.
Ticklish.
Spirit terrorizes people.
Don’t tell me, what you like.
Love what I.






Nude faces

Stony brush.
Silver fiber in wind’s stream.
And in ground emptiness.
In bosom softness, chary heart.
Black leaf of palm.
Wafted in sand.
Haughty arachnid.
Awry anchor, athwart.
Wasp circles.
All flow into deity, as its effigy.
Sticky soil, flimsy kelp.
Gently reach for the jet.
Out of light to dark, moth from lung.
From bloated pullovers, murmur.
It bestows everything from sopping bottom.
Ruptured figs.
Dense grapes.
Flicker in creek.






Nostalgic Crayons

hairy desert
gray cascade
all boiling with
film aggregates
scars from boils
reeks of cataracts…