Assassins: by Edin Suljic This poem has disappeared from the site, if you’re wondering why, click HERE. To listen to or download a podcast of this poem, click https://bonniemcclellan.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/assassins_-by-edin-suljic.mp3 To read more work by Edin Suljic, click HERE. 45.877981 8.678130 Share this:ShareTweetEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related By bonniemcclellan Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy. View all of bonniemcclellan's posts.
This one harkens to the paranoia of desire which I find in Roberto Bolaño’s fiction. All the lovers past are assassins, spies, secret agents in possession of the facts that could kill you. Or make you whole. Or make you pay. Or simply make you love. Stunning work. Reply
great last verse LENDING A SHOT The blow is always there On top of the next wave Waiting for a surfing foot Hope is a slavery anchor Ball and chain of the rich Desert of a thousand wonders Assassins need only a second To do the watusi dance So far away from the blind tongue Just close to the shore of innocence Reply
This one harkens to the paranoia of desire which I find in Roberto Bolaño’s fiction. All the lovers past are assassins, spies, secret agents in possession of the facts that could kill you. Or make you whole. Or make you pay. Or simply make you love.
Stunning work.
great last verse
LENDING A SHOT
The blow is always there
On top of the next wave
Waiting for a surfing foot
Hope is a slavery anchor
Ball and chain of the rich
Desert of a thousand wonders
Assassins need only a second
To do the watusi dance
So far away from the blind tongue
Just close to the shore of innocence