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, November 25, 2008

When the Chalk Falls Down

When the chalk falls down
You know it's winter
When the chalk falls down
You know she's true
And you touch her there, you know she's ready
And the bottom never shows in her blues
When the chalk falls down
From your weary cowboy boots

When the chalk falls down
You know it's over
When the chalk falls down
You've paid your dues
And you touch her there, and you take her here
And her mercy, in tons, gets renewed
When the chalk falls down
From your hat and your cowboy boots

When the chalk falls down
You know it's traveling
When the chalk falls down
You know it's good
And you walk her here, to the park on the hill
And the cross, the cross shines through
When the chalk falls down
On one too many heartless avenues

When the chalk falls down
You know the crescent
Is a beauty above this hill
And the moon is steady for her travelers
And the rivers run always very deep
When the chalk falls down from your head
Down to night's swift gracious feet
When the chalk falls down
The river never runs too deep

When the chalk falls down
Behind the make-up
Nature shows as given by the lord
And the lady is waiting for her jewelry
For the wind, for the bells and for the stone
When the chalk falls down
You know it's winter
When the chalk falls down
You're really home