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...

Friday, April 19, 2013

"Black Sunrise"

I’m living alone, in black sunrise
But I still remember you
Woman of the magazines
It’s a word I often use

Come to help me with my drink
Come and help me with my joint
Make a point in being lost
Make me lost in your best point

I’m going alone now
Into the black sunrise
Stars got older
But I ain’t wise
I’m just keeping
My mistakes
Counting hours
Crossing out the days

Looking at my old calendar
Trying to catch all last year’s trains
Headed out into the black sunrise
I don’t regret your love and pain

Come on back and hear my words
I’ve been writing you a letter
Tell me are you turning gray
Or are you feeling better

You can’t accompany me
Even I must leave my body behind
Black sunrise ain’t no place or vision
It’s just the perfect state of mind

It ain’t no time, it ain’t no ruin
It ain’t no decoration, medal or award
It ain’t in the things which you keep doing
It ain’t the deeds, it ain’t the words

Everybody knows the secrets
It’s a cake walk for the eyes
It’s no mercy for the ears
If you speak about it all at once