4 poems

Outskirtal Child

life called devils
the morning
sorrow and longing
fingers of native sun
thought only of themselves
blessed in exiled
colors of thunder
the ”who”, the “so”
of a stormy sunrise
strange vivifying
melancholy
warmth and power
in dead town eyes
filled with pain
where wait of strength
suicide streets
and years of frost
were islands
of I, who
was poor
wrong
and had age
to die like a dog
buried
nameless
unthinkingly
bleeding
on another
outskirtal
child

Kowalski

growing a beard, tanning himself
twixt desolate blocks, dying while
trying to be you, destroyed
allusion mouths, moving dying more
in pilgrimage and irony, still intense
and full, painted fresh spring colors
trembling, empty, remembering long
but elements rust, hurt distances passed
and time, went wrong, afraid and failed
he once crushed the world
mispronounced lakes, he’s rooted deep
jug shall come soon, I’ve driven before
certain forsaken
appears as life
early carpenter
Kowalski

Nadir of Static Beauty

melancholy almost like lightning
rigid as banks of the beggar’s river
stuck in the middle of powerless
things, those were the days of prayer
shadows lasted till silky touch
and women voices in blood-stained beds
said “takes to like it long”
whatever they meant by that
murderous kisses too, forsaken
I paid no attention
was looking for my father
remnants of my witness
living on rusted sunshine
overpowering life
leaves dried-up beyond me
like old Okudzhava song
felt like writing and fucking
golden all by myself
and my catholic quarter
earned its iconic drawings
indescribable poor winter
and lightning glances paid to myself
nadir of static beauty

Winter Living Woman

walk in death
down
ill clearly
awakening kisses
lament
take snow
horizon me
long
against the river
specific smells
of my imagination

you and gloom
blue
struck of
dying
beat death now
save the sorrowful herd
weep into snow
separation
be my fool
on the bridge
winter living woman

"Error"

Gripe by night the love giants, the life we share
Twinned-wings, wave all, gentle within the angels
Vision grove, diamonds and passion-laden eyes
Lotus-face, delicate birds and beautiful hum fans
Of moonlight-pearls

Divine morrow, mark of leaves, tenderness, calm
Night follows the thirsty singing much
Lovers kissing much, gloom and midnight
Hands sense the beautiful, subtle-sweet sky
Of us the stars speak

The lightest heart, strong milk-warm solemn
Grown so blue, human and clasping for wake
Unknown, blessed, mute, dim stars enchanted
Now in sternness, sitting with forest-flowers
Dread mouth of piteous joys

Rare comets shining on leaves of love, spray
Of sweetness, follows the shots of fire, yellow
Fierce dark blooms – you are the ancient grove
Understand the high moon's fragrance
Yours eye is the highest

Damsels, jewels, given their end, dancers in
World heart, deep and forgiven, summits
Of dream, sitting in fourfold, golden and
Merry, you are merry, modestly watching
The coldness dancing with arrows of day

Lifelike, like soft eyes, touching the gate of spirit
Fish god, what a dream, praise your kings at twilight
You resemble twilight
Cut the monster hand
Light us a song

May your error lead to pleasures of blossoms

"Shangri La"

A giant mountainside
I passed to meet your eyes
Topped with fountains bright and exploding
Paradigm of youth
Nature’s living proof
Everything in third eye is evolving

Towards the source, towards life
Never ending paradise
Traveling eastern blazing skies
Of Shangri La

An icy river wide
I sailed to meet your heart
Currents wild and wide as thoughts revolving
Compass rescues me
Phantoms roaming free
Nothing in your forests is corroding

Towards the source, towards life
Never ending paradise
Traveling eastern blazing skies
Of Shangri La

A crystal hall of tears
I passed to meet your years
Must’ve been a million of them sailing
Is this immortal life
Devoid of end and strife
I can hear some distant echo wailing

Towards the source, towards life
Never ending paradise
Traveling eastern blazing skies
Of Shangri La

A fertile meadow green
Resting submarine
Breathing there is easy with the comets
Space emerging one
With the youthful sun
Spending thousand years like one long morning

Towards the source, towards life
Never ending paradise
Traveling eastern blazing skies
Of Shangri La

"Central Point"

I saw you this morning, I missed by a glare
Streets kept you going imprisoned but fair
Their tentacles scare you, their bottomless pits
Reach out to find you wherever you sleep
While sadnesses slither in violent bursts
Matching disasters with words of the hurt
Sitting on ashes their fathers once burnt
Distant molasses of permanent ruin
As little as they are they don’t disappoint
We’re all looking for that central point

I know I won’t find you at any address
I won’t try my luck with this filthy old bed
Keys never change and the river stands still
On portraits of women I once held so dear
Running their fingers above story lines
Showing them shortcuts throughout blotted skies
Letting my thought run away with their heart
Letting their old sleepless eyes play my part
As phony as they are they don’t disappoint
We’re all looking for that central point

I followed your body, regret that I did
It took me a wandering aside country dirt
Found all your horses, exchanged all you had
For telephone wires, for madness and sex
I wish I’d deny you, that’s braveness on coals
Burning your wisdom, exploring your sore
Schools cannot teach you, you left all of them
Wait for your turn and unleash all you can
As little as it is you don’t disappoint
We’re all looking for that central point

I followed your spirit, I landed in Spain
Shots on the border and blood on the train
Screaming for death on exploited guitars
Your family can’t reach you, not under these stars
You’re on your own now fighting your war
Synonyms have it for kindness ignored
Your privacy hides you too high for my hands
Not only I’ll touch you where god understands
As little as you are you don’t disappoint
We’re all looking for that central point