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...

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

"Arrows"

Permissions planted as arrows
Grown away as fears
Pushed right through the narrows
Pressing up the beast
Where no-one comes of safety
And colors are alike
The spring still sings out madly
Her songs of no surprise
So wise

Rejections planted as sorrows
Grown afar as tears
Shifted through the sandpit
Crawling way out East
Where no-one stays of wisdom
And sandstorms overcome
The body we called lover
The building we called home
Alone

Redemptions planted a reptile
Grown too close, too soon
The fever's always rising
At this side of the moon
Where nothing comes uneasy
Where everything is still
No comforts for the dreary
Or demons left to kill
At will

Confusions planted as arrows
Sadly in her side
The goddess of tomorrow
Must give her death a ride
Without it nothing's sacred
And nothing's worth to live
Enough of all your bullshit
Let me now receive
Let me now collect
Let me now receive

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