SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Monday, May 12, 2008

1970 avenue

Cardboard boxes prophets
cold weather delicate investigators
spitting out mural
apocalypses
moans of KC engines
spaghetti
in red paint, blue paint, white paint
not allowing a spice
of concrete
to
shine through
their nocturnal flashing
of spraypaint...

getting older
twice as fast
as your regular
food coupon
salvation coupon
Joan of Arc
variation
new age resurrectional
promise

couldn't help but notice
shoes alike mine
heads alike mine
hands alike mine
eyes alike mine
hailing Marys
lantern-sticked-to
vulnerable
barely walking
corrosions

abandoning places
& faces
when bored w/ their
pale sanitary
intensity

rolling incognito
into bleached infirmaries
Stetson-crowned
and awaiting caskets
grabbing nurse's legs
fuckin' faster
underbenches

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