for every poem that i wrote
there are seven poems
i did not write
because
i was afraid of taking it too far
or i was unable to find the words.

and, in my megalomania,
i feel guilt
that i am too weak
to enlighten you with the truth,
but only way forward
is not to quit
but to keep writing safe and easy poems
like this one.

i wanted you all to know
that i do horrible things
to hotel towels,
and the only safe place
are belgrade hotels
because
i do not stay in hotels
in a city where i live

i am not up to date
with news etc
so i am not sure
if we landed on mars
already?
did we build cities there?
when is it safe to visit?
how are the prices?
sorry

long long time ago
in a galaxy far far away
beauty was pure and good.

but today
assholes figured out
how to use beauty to fuck us over.

actually
beauty is so abused now
that we feel safe with ugly and fear beauty.

but i am sure
assholes will figure out
how to corrupt ugly as well.

and then
we will detach from impulsive aesthetics
and will be forced to think.