Blind Alleys

Saša Milivojev - BLIND ALLEYS Concrete Glass Rain Gloom All is withered Black birds I’m at the beginning I’m at the end of the alley O, Virgin Please Every verse I will sing You genuinely verify Through new eyes The remnants of people I recognise in satyrs That walk around in metropolises Using lies and cheating Adorning themselves with others’ merits Fighting with hidden horns The remnants of people I recognise In rabid cats That lurk and bite In blind alleys At pharmacies In discotheques At desks and hotels In exclusive restaurants In theatres and on screens Tetanus for the body While the soul is rolling Like a ball on the concrete Wild sex Opiates and gandbangs Whips and feet And blow-up dolls Business Prostitutes Innocent girls All along the alley We nourish predators And see nothing when they catch their prey Saša Milivojev www.sasamilivojev.com