Look, I'm protected <br />by the alibi of poetry, <br /> I'm writing a poem. <br />And my need for meaning <br /> grants me high credit <br />for zig-zag writing. <br />But no, I will not use exponents <br /> of collective protection <br /> exclamation mark, question mark, break. <br />I will use torment. West Balkan hardship. <br />Goodwill can come only from arrival: <br />I was combing my hair and a book arrived: <br />Cutting the Chaos. Elegantly <br />it became a part of my hairdo. <br />The fact is: One book, One poem, <br />One desired way. <br />I felt protection is . . . past, and <br />I keep emotion as a mask. <br /> <br />I exhausted my artistic strength. All <br />you could put in an ominous box <br />is working happiness.<br /><br />Vlado Martek<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lamenting-poetry/
