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, June 30, 2008

Jericho

they should've seen Bird comin'
should've heard the warning out now
loud
should've interpret the soundsteps
right

shhhhh... goes the sordine...
hush
went the bricks
dead went their baritone singers
with their razorblade
ties
& plastic moondials

jazz overcomes forever...

nobody phoned
god
& the golden telephone
throated
out
dead lines
armed the delicate 9
pushed it through a strange woman's voice
w/ a tattoo on her
lip
eared to the shhhhh....
like a wall's eared to your neighbor...

jazz overcomes forever...

shhhhh... goes Bird and erects his
wild
thing

never to look into trumpet's white face
gilded magical silenced

dead went their whorehouse
cherubs
dead went the mothers
who've given birth
to unspeakable monsters of song

jazz overcomes forever...

times were all confused
& the clocks did never
run for real...

shivered the wall
and so did Jericho
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