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 2, 2021

"Ava Isabella" (New poem, 2021/11/02)

Endless power supply each tooth biting in
the silver of my sepulchers
I live there
to the stars
those are the centuries of her eyes

ava
ova
ivory calico eyes

and as I go alone into that great city lights
infinite crazy trees
red white glowing
the tiny unformed laughs at
whoever points at the highway

there - expanding tombstones
clean-all from above
squirms trampling of blue swinging bones
way outside, wrapped upon
a blinding frail beard
making Easter the fusing that knows burning
life and an idea of space

we are born in the dull light
and into it we pass

ancient Egyptians on shrunken white egos
about the growth tumultuous
by their coming thrust from stars
swinging on tenements
offices
poles of
she-ghetto

ava
ova
ghetto of the burning dawn

tearing leaping
along the windows
drawing overgrowth
of suburbs
infinite hinges
suction contortions player
strikes babble beauty falling
scintillant childlike pawn
clavering its multitudes
with her nightswerving threads
in the flame

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