By Keko Prijatelj
Burning of horror of epiphany
How mystical one looks
The distance
On that path I am a cricket
Positioned on that handsome tree
Expecting to burst of self-annoyance
Oh mystical city of Split
Air of the wings
Who ask who
Who are the earthworms bathing
In the sweat of the sky
Give that lamp a tree!
Standing nude bright it mocks everything in sight
Disperse
Oh tree
You two make such a mythical pair
If I were a cricket positioned on your branch…
Keko Prijatelj is a writer from Croatia. His work has been published in Expat, jmww, Maudlin House, Misery Tourism, and elsewhere. Keko is currently majoring in linguistics and phonetics, he has a bachelor’s degree in film & TV directing, and he occasionally directs plays.
