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, June 28, 2011

"Busker's Warning"

I’ve just seen
All the movies of the world
I just saw
Every face I’ve ever known
And I hope
I’m not late for any show
Cause I’ve been
Every actor, every role

It’s just an old, poor busker’s final warning
On a cold, thick, dead December morning

I just fly
Thru a ruined galaxy
I just float on any wave
That’s carrying me
It’s a black hole of my youth
You know it’s true
So I’m missing every word
I had with you

It’s just an old, poor busker’s final warning
On a cold, thick, dead December morning

I’ve just caught
All diseases of the world
I just cured
My young mind from feeling old
Your religion changes nothing
System’s shut
So are all distorted, blinded
Human eyes

It’s just an old, poor busker’s final warning
On a cold, thick, dead December morning