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...

Sunday, May 11, 2008

All in the eye

Never recolor your past
deroot yourself instead
never decide for yourself
wind yourself
the fragile killer insanity voidness
is just a roach step ahead
one door ajar
three seconds of sleep
at the verge of night city earthquake
at the wing of a dope-stuffed chicken

& all we ever get here under this lazure bogus
dome
are dull replacements of heaven
the never-worry privileges
of eyefog
the soothing karma of never-ends
& survival
cathedrals&parks reminiscences
childhood games
for May

tiny biting
blind geometer's jokes
sketching paranoid
cubes
& lines
putting us all in their limits

the teddy-bear level of consciousness
most of us exist on
most of us find joy in
most of us believe in
most of us swallow as God
in an eyeblink

so what can this poor boy here do
but write
on anything his hands come across
with anything he happens to have at hand
on tables, walls, sheets, handkerchiefs
cigarette boxes
breasts of his onenight ladies

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