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...

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Bug

Tear down all the decorations
all arabesque facades
the gruesome bog motels
fen-fire gold bricks
old western armies still breeding
veterans
the 19th century vulgar absurd
burns it
spoils it

cut off immediately
all secret phonecalls
all whispered allusions
wretched body language
sign exposition politics
car-crash woman's brains
on the misty reducable TVscreen
operational ears in full
concentration
camps activity
future grotesque
party agents
operating in nonviolet

tear down all dead museums
vacant human galleries
witness all those motel
Bibles
go blank
rest awhile:
those post-dada beds
pierced nightlamps
machine gun footstools
hype bedsite tables
lack of the right word
lack of the wrong word
word
are all at your service

the awakening process
begins
dream crawls back into the
bi-polar daylight's
broad suited cog
reality's grim green grip
tightens

then reduces the dream
to a Kafkaesque
bug

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