Tuesday, May 5, 2015

The Veil

Through the veil of your desire
I am skinning hidden thoughts
I am cutting through the wire
Fence guarding all your plots

Through the veil of your desire
I am fighting all loose ends
And if I fail I will retire
And become another that pretends

Through the veil of your desire
I can see that you are same
Nor reseller nor a buyer
Just one lost in search for fame

MR 2015

Tuesday, December 30, 2014














Monday, November 17, 2014


Well the sun is shining again
after stormy night with strange dreams
On my t shirt morning coffee stain
need to change for work it seems.

Wet street covered with leaves
Yellow markers all around
Sad skinned empty trees
Create strange autumn sound.

Do not worry, baby, do not shed a tear 
It is just my stupid state of mind
It is not you, baby,  have no fear
I am just lost and undefined.

Mihailo Radosavljevic 17.11.2014.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Morning 10 am. Priest is shaving and preparing to go out of his hotel room. He does that in a fine manor and with no hurry. He washes his face and takes a gun and a gun holder and then his jacket and a hat. He looks one more time in the mirror and goes out.
As he passes through the main street some children look at him and few men and women too. He doesn’t look back, he just walks slowly toward the bank.
As he enters two bankers behind the desk stare at him, and one customer fills out some papers. One of the bankers is very nervous and sweaty. As the priest comes to the desk banker stands up makes a step at side and tries to look calm.
Banker: (thoughts – There he is. Looks definitely dangerous. He is armed for sure. Maybe I could turn the alarm. Maybe. Hmmm, well those two bastards warned me, I suppose it is better to cooperate.)
Banker: Hello father, what can I do for you?
Priest: Good morning my son. You could do a lot for me, but I am afraid that my account is modest, and I would like to open a new one, or maybe I can transfer few hundreds without opening new account?
Banker thoughts :( Who are you fooling you dirty rotten…, o what the hell…)
Banker: Father, there is no need to open new account, I can manage for you temporary one so you can withdraw your money. What is the name and address of your host bank?
Priest: Oh thank you. Here it is. (He gives the papers to the banker, and while he takes the paper from the pocket a piece of his gun flashes, but only the banker sees it.)
Banker thoughts: He is armed. Oh God. Well there are people here, witnesses. He is professional, he will not…
Banker: Yes, yes. Aha you are at First National. There should be no problem father. Only…
Priest: Only what?
Banker: Well, this things take some time father. You see, maybe a few hours, wire transfer from bank to bank, authorization of your signature and personal data, you will have to wait some time.
Priest: Ah that. No problem. When should I come for the money? (Priest looks at him very cold.)
Banker sweats like a pig, he became very nervous.
Banker: W, w, w, well, father. Where are you staying, maybe I could bring you the money personally. I mean…
Priest: Why? Wouldn’t you be bothered with such actions? I am not a cripple, I still have my legs and my head.
Banker thoughts: He knows, he definitely knows. Those two retards were right. Oh God have mercy.
Banker: Father. It is no trouble for me. I will bring it to you in a few hours. Where are you staying? It will be very pleasant for you, do not worry.
Father: (looks around at desk, at the security cameras, at the guard sitting near the door, then again at the banker.
Father: Well, OK young man. You can bring it to me at the hotel down the street. But I have some business before that. You can bring it to me in the evening. You see I have some poor souls to confess.
Banker: Sure, sure, no problem father, I will come at 8 if that is OK with you?
Priest: OK young man at 8. Only…
Banker (nervously): Only… what…
Priest: You be sure to bring me appropriately… no mistakes please, and…
Banker: And…
Priest: I will need to come in a few days again to check the balance, you see, my sister can take the money off the account too, so I must check it from time to time.
Banker: Ah of course, no trouble, no problem. You could even call me and I will check it for you.
Priest: Well maybe I will call you then, but I like to deal in person if you follow?
Banker: Yes, yes, everything will be in order, even more…
Priest: OK we will see each other then at 8.
Banker: Of course, at 8. Have a nice day father.
Banker thoughts: Oh that went well, so I must collect money, well the day comes. It was too good to be true. I hope I will live through another day.
Priest is leaving the bank, and looks once more at the cameras and at the guard.
Priest is laying on his bad at the hotel. It is around 1 pm. someone knocks at the door.
Priest: Who is it?
Bartender: It is me, bartender and owner of that saloon. Can I come in father.
Priest: Oh, …(hides the gun below the pillow) Yes, do come in my son.
As the bartender opens the door, priest stands up and smiles.
Priest: Is it the time?
Bartender: T, t… time, excuse me?
Priest: Time for your confession.
Bartender: Oh, that, yes, yes. I came for the confession.
Priest: Then why are you carrying a briefcase my son, do you have some business after the confession.
Bartender: That, oh yes, I do have some business, after the confession. I will explain everything….


Monday, May 26, 2014


      Priest lies on the bed and looks at the sealing. Even though he is refreshed and very still his face is sweating. His serious look is like a stone waiting to be touched and turned into some everlasting sculpture. Fly is making only noise in the room, but it is as the priest is not of this world. After a few landings fly finally goes away. Even she understands that you cannot bother this man. Finally he moves, like a cat out of the bed. His stomach roars and he puts his hand on it. He takes his hat and goes out of the room.
        Hotel restaurant is more like cafeteria for students or workers it just doesn’t have the trails for self-service and there is no cashier at the end of the line. Few people are eating behind their tables and whisper something as the pries comes in. Slightly in background you can hear the music Edith Piaf Autumn leaves everlasting jazz standard. It certainly doesn’t fit the ambient but it is nice.
     Priest sits down at the corner table and looks around. His eyes meet the waiter`s eyes. Waiter puts out his cigarette, takes a cloth and hurries toward priest.

Waiter: Good evening sir. Would you like the menu or even better I can recommend something?
Priest: Do recommend, please, I am sure it is way better than the stuff from the menu, right?
Waiter: Wisdom is reserved for the man in black robe and white collar.
     Priest smiles to a waiter. He smiles back.
Waiter: We have two house specials, roasted chicken and potatoes and boiled potatoes and fried chicken.
     Priest sharpen his eyebrows as he is slightly mad, and look at the waiter for a moment.
Priest: Roasted is a way better I presume, my good man, fried is too much oil. It is Passover, roasted, OK.
Waiter: Again, I must say you are full of wisdom father. It is here in ten minutes. Something to drink?
Priest: I will have a beer, as cold as it can be.
Waiter: Right away sir.
      Waiter runs to the kitchen, and takes a pan filled with chicken and puts it on the stove.
Waiter for himself: Passover, you can bet, father, ha, eats the meat, and it is not the time of Passover or maybe…
      Back at the dine priest looks around and sees the newspaper. He goes and takes them and returns to his table. He reads them as if he tries to find something with a hurry.
Waiter bring the beer and servers it.
Waiter: You will not find it in there.
    Priest surprised looks at him.
Waiter: Not in there sir.
Priest: What are you talking about? (In a higher tone)
Waiter: Those are old s paper not newspaper. Must have been standing there for a week or so.
Priest: You do not have fresh one?
      He puts newspaper on the chair next to him.
Waiter: I am afraid no. Wheels delivering them is broken more than a few days, and if they were not the old man who delivers drinks from time to time and, you see, he makes mistakes, father.
Priest: I see, well, we won’t bother with the news, right.
Waiter: Nothing new ever happens, right father?
Priest: Yes, same old story, nothing new.
Waiter: You are just passing by, if I am not too curious, or you have some business here, though it is likely possible.
Priest: And why is that?
Waiter: No one ever comes here, only to rest and move on. This is town at the end of a dog’s tail.
Priest: As a matter a fact I do have some small errands here, nothing big, for the church you see, few days and I am gone.
Waiter: Oh well that is new. You want to visit our reverent, I knew it.
Priest: Why?
Waiter lowers his voice.
Waiter: We all know he has some problems, you know…
Priest: Problems?
Waiter: Oh well I know you protect your generals, it is the honor of the church after all, he has some drinking problems.
Priest: What…
Waiter: And with some ladies, you know…
Priest: That is enough, he is your pastor…
Waiter: OK, OK, don’t be so harsh, I am zipping it, OK, let us see your specials.
      Waiter goes again to the kitchen. Owner of the hotel comes in the restaurant and blushes as he catch sight of the priest. Priest looks at him and waves. Manager goes to the priest.
Hotel manager: Good evening father, is everything in order.
Priest: Maybe.
Hotel manager: How is that?
Priest: I did not tasted the food.
Hotel manager: Oh right, yes, it is fine, do not worry.
Priest: Oh, the food is coming in.
Priest puts off his jacket and gun flashes from its inner pocket. Manager turns pale instantly, and sweats.
Hotel manager: And, and, and, for tomorrow?
Priest: What for tomorrow?
Hotel manager: The confession, it will be alright, yes, I will have my penance, do not worry.
Priest: Yes, OK, first you must confess my son, yes, then the penance, you know.
Hotel manager: I see, I remembered, from Sunday school, penance is…
Priest: What my son?
Hotel manager: Voluntary self-punishment, yes?
Priest: As I recall yes, but sometimes…
Hotel manager: What, what sometimes…
Priest: Sometimes it is doing of good deeds, you know.
Hotel manager: Oh, yes, good deeds indeed, I will do some very good deeds father. I promise.
Priest: (with half-filled mouth) we shall see, we shall see…
Hotel manager: Oh I just remembered something, I must go, I am so busy, well father we will meet tomorrow.
Priest: In the afternoon, I have someone before you.
Hotel manager: Oh I know the… I mean yes I know you have told me. Well see you tomorrow father.
Priest: May God be with you my son, good night.
Hotel manager: (for himself) I hope not yet.
        Manager goes away in a hurry. Priest eats his food. He is not happy with the taste, but he is hungry like a wolf. Waiter sits behind his table and takes another cigarette. Heat is strong though it is already late evening. It looks like no one will have a good night sleep, at least not the hotel manager and a bartender for now.