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Branimir Bojic-Final Automatons
Branimir Bojic-Final Automatons
Final Automatons
On the night the angels brought back Voyager II
At first
Just a mild and sparsely defined gloom
Of their gangrene faces
As dawn came
They understood his teachings
And ate the remains
Electronics is a being
Complex and diminutive
Pure
to Georgi Gospodinov
Second Interlude
(Seven instances of the Baltic everyday)
Riga, the spring of nineteen hundred something
You are sitting in a garden stool made of bamboo
The weather is pleasant for that time of year
3 A.M.
Oaths made by the light bringers
Kill the rest
Afterwards
With a smile
Lightweight
I continued my stroll
For no apparent reason
Losing patience
It stops
An unshaven head appears
From the driver’s seat
And speaks an incomprehensible language
I sit on my suitcase
And wait
For the end of rain
Sankt Petersburg, yesterday, -33 C˚
Disappointed with alcohol transparency
I photograph the tumors of the alleys
My daughter
With a poetic look
Seeks for arteries
I take out all cash, credit cards
And my travelers cheques
A girl
With a voice full of affection
asks
for time
I take out my grandfather’s pocket watch and stop it
Yesterday, -33 C˚
When Ladoga froze over
Stockholm, January 27.
You can never have too many streets
Even though the avenues are now half the price
In Stockholm,
On the third day of the renaissance
Gdansk, in a room of an interwar reporter
The Sun occupied half the window
The city and the sky were forced to share the rest