LOOSING DIRECTION

(translated by Karin Pečnikar)

I am loosing direction,

my home, my friends.

If they pass me by –

let them go.

The poem is my universe.

I ignore invitations

and commitments.

I care not about reproaches,

or sorrow.

The poem is my way.

I yearn for the happiness

of the branded:

I live a cruel, fated,

intoxicated, almighty life –

it is a poem.