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

Left behind hiways

Riding your spine elevator
on heroin legs
fat bug agents of delirium
crumble
through high rise busstops
of your brainwatch
filled w/ fire engine sirens
pigmobiles scents
of terror
echoes of Carla's mini skirt
Edens in plastik

creatures nameless
thoughtless endless
drained drops of last year's raindrum
evident manifestations
of the Shadow Boys'
toilet conspiracy
and the writer's mute
erotic acceptation
of their truly annoying
presence
concentrate
at my boot tip
the paralyzed fur cock
crazy old crook

guillotine hatchbirds
kill again
rearview mirror Clinton cats
coyotes
writing in left behind
hiways only

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