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, August 25, 2008

"Bourbon Days"

We've been down there at the upside
Upside of the down
With midget ballerinas
Gaiety girls and clowns
Safe here at the circus
Bleeding at the zoo
We've been down there at the upside
Upside of the truth

And bourbon days were bright and true
But now those days are over
No one left to cry about
Stop leaning on my shoulder
And bourbon days were sleepy fucks
Blind and stiff and sick
But are we feeling better now
Perhaps we're just getting rich

Well we've been spun in trickery
And we've been fed indifferent facts
They all went down, in sudden awe
Got buried with their supporting act
We’re safe here with the warden
Blinded by the theater
Down there at the upside
Upside of the glitter

And bourbon days were bright and true…

Your understanding twilight, ma’am
Cuts my heart in two
Sheds my lonesome blood around
As bourbons days are through

Yeah, your understanding twilight
Paints me hollow white
Wrecks my mind again
In bourbon days alive

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