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...

Friday, May 16, 2008

The red tambourine

Speaking material
w/ elserealms illusory
jingles&jangles
in mind

try not to follow
the tambourine's rhythm:
lost
traceless
in a matter of
seconds

words are not
your
possessions
no-one's belongings
spiritual
abbreviations

try speaking material for years
try having those elserealms
in mind

try living
the
jingles&jangles

awake on a strange day
in an empty room
winter's middle
heating off
no blankets but the word one
stranger nights
follow

find yourself wherever you are
wherever you are
is now
at the very
extreme
heartbeat's
end

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