"Umdrehn, bitte umdrehn…"

frantic photographs signed in moonlight
most likely make her cry
he always leaves them
in a telephone message,
on his LP’s back cover
instead of casual kisses
light on black death scene,
where their colors are
absurd, lace love
& telegram tiptoeing
voices, in nasty sunshine
remind her a favorite
rock star, forgotten in relations,
on tour in Holland
enjoying offerings of the road
with the queen of dandies

she’ll see him in Paris
he said don’t you worry
I leave you with B side, track six
I cut just for you
where with Tibetan sound palettes
& moog
I paint you physically
younger
in sax party scarf
& your sister’s heels
when we met in Berlin
but the world got smaller
since then
c'est the bridge, same old
quarter, where’s you?

I remember a photo
of your
youth’s role model
sexy, with a big fat joint
advertising collective uprising
& I hope it was her voice
on an old scratched record
that said
“umdrehn, bitte umdrehn…”
all night long
forcing the famous
to collapse
booming in the majesty
of nature

"The Package"

Arctic winds swept my body under a pyramid of ice
showered it with gold, its forehead decorated
with diamonds – covered the walls
with the script of first sowings – verses included steered sails of soul
high above the dome, with the flow of current affairs, urgent
digging in the sun, ironically
with eternal journey’s claw

They buttoned me up to my neck, anchored their azure shawl at my feet
forming a neat package of eptitude – temporal armament of grace
which now ready to travel the stars was resting on a platform
of half-truths, false reports from space
waiting for the signal for flight, compressed like a hero’s bow
bent in a boomerang toy
stripped of spiritual antics, compiled, quiet
ready for take-off & weightless

The countdown has begun – the bodily pile twitched one last time
digested with engines’ breath – slick paper shells
hiding the nut of oblivion
snacked on shortly before death
plundered, in fanfare carried – swiftly into night’s barrenness
the commonplace of average persons
gawking at their ruddy slice

We all have to bite in – scanning our plate for a photoflash of
ventilation – the air that’s everywhere, air
on which we could constantly drift, younger and heavier
like bread stuffed pigeons – dropping our package
on the fertile land of dawn
a bigger, broader luggage
collected, squandered & found
we want more of us here – wherever we plant
idiotic uncertain steps – treading dead, de-weeded
paths

My package doesn’t weigh – it orbits around larger,
hotter suns – it went along there with the glacier
under which I got stuck for a while - a piece of man’s history
escaped my eyes:
in a fragment of the lens I threw
dusk on the quiet hills, where a lonely, weary wanderer
received his tablets

I lifted off
with the nut of knowledge on my chest – with a diamond & dust of stars
my body threw its weight
only where of such seed
another corporeality makes use

"Pulsar"

The wanderer picked up stones,
precisely weighed his personal dose
& hung them by his earlobes
inhaling lotus, gazing at the sideboard in his well-aged room
with different eyes he painted
traces of his finger on a slowed down kettle
he got up, brewing tea after tea
day after day looking out for distressing symptoms
heralding bop disease
in a syringe thinned out mirror he was looking for monsters
which he earlier unleashed
thoughtlessly, they criminally ran
following traces of their yesterday’s feet
& disembodied limbs of trees hung in the sun
his kettle raving
demanding gulps of warrior blood, who so brazenly
stared at the scene from under pale unconquered
mountain tops satori
higher than the stench
of woody infantile hands ever reached
or lovers, spotted idyllic, locked in a bomb shot
to dawn – to the mad monks
& such an orgasm
chrome-covered familiar sun
& roofed the trees with distaste

No one predicted the scale of events
& couldn’t present on his canvas at least one step
of the wanderer, who now planted comfortably on the sofa
absorbed music sheets, scored over with years
of pleasure, the entire past ceased to exist, in a moment, same
in which we started keeping diaries
to write poems as foolish as this
& sketch increasingly
balding skulls
of rhythm instigators
muffled with their women's scarves

I think I sat with them in one box, drank vodka with the devil
when my dancer changed partners, they all were unhealthily
glancing me, giggling in mind when I coughed
in the intervals, between successive Marlboros
maybe you'll get me faster, but if I keep my norm
of incineration, I foresee I won’t be with you
in a year, or so, & then I’ll giggle from above the clouds, you’ll admit:
we knew a wanderer, who was alien to human tongue

The wanderer was broadcasting via immortal pirate radio
same blunt lyrics, comments on a rigid life
& cough, coffee grounds, dilemmas
he glimpsed from his deck of cards
at his personal, indefinite
& with human thought impregnable
cherry pulsar with a delicate hint of sundown

"Wielorybia Paszcza"

Deszcz pada dziś na dziwnych i samotnych
Mnie omija
Siedzę w obskurnej, rock’n’rollowej knajpie
Jakich pełno w starej części miasta
I zmieniam się powoli
W ostatnią kroplę wódki
Na dnie ostatniego kieliszka
W ostatnim pomruku otępiałego księżyca

Ruda zjawa świtu nadchodzi powoli.
Stąpa lekko po skrwawionych
Chodnikowych płytkach
I plwocinach tysiącletnich, nieśmiertelnych meneli
Szukając kota i zapalniczki
Między stolikami pełnymi
Naiwnych zakochanych
Trącających się butami poniżej

Liczą się pierwsze słowa
Mówi mój przyjaciel
Wpatrzony w wypłowiałego Murzyna
Wciągającego kosmiczne opiumowe opary
Do przerażająco białych, końskich nozdrzy
Gdy nieznany element wkrada się w noc
I twardo modyfikuje zastany porządek
Schludnych zapałczanych konstrukcji

Daleki jazz rozwarstwia bliski świt
I sprawia że czytam książkę
Wpatrzony w ścianę, na której galaktyczny rzutnik czasu
Wyświetla film o końcu dyktatury
Ilustrowany tysiącem wybuchów bomb
Chromowanych słońc istnienia
Zrzucanych przez anonimowych lotników
Wprost w wielorybią paszczę

"Impulse"

Not the taste that you expected
Not the touch that you neglected
Not the jump that you perfected
Not the love that you inspected

Impulse
It’s your main course
You don’t feel it
New obsession

Cruel cold mirror stands above you
Showing hands of those who love you
Reaching out to get to know you
Just before their love destroys you

Impulse
It’s your main course
You don’t feel it
New obsession

Not the dawn your eyes expected
Not the man your spike infected
Not the flesh your straps corrected
Not the soul your tongue detected

Impulse
It’s your main course
You don’t feel it
New obsession

"Miasto Czterech Wiatrów, Dolina Siedmiu Snów"

Miasto czterech wiatrów, dolina siedmiu snów
Kosmiczne oceany pełne perłorodnych głów
Przepłynę przez nie wszystkie póki w mięśniach starczy sił
Mgławice mnie poniosą, z mlecznej drogi będę pił
Przybiorą moje włosy w nieboskłon zimnych gwiazd
Otworzą moje usta blaskiem słońc odległych miast
Wrota do doliny z dala srebrzą się i śpią
Miasto czterech wiatrów jest już niedaleko stąd

Miasto czterech wiatrów, dolina siedmiu snów
Obędzie się bez fanfar i płomienistych mów
Przede mną trudna droga przez stalowe mosty lat
Gdzie chwasty i ruiny modelują rdzawy świat
Nie słyszę śpiewu ptaków i nie widzę śladów stóp
Lecz beton jest pokorny i odpada niczym strup
Ja wpadam w kielich kwiatu sześciu zmysłów, doznań stu
I widzę wreszcie słońce nad doliną siedmiu snów

Miasto czterech wiatrów, dolina siedmiu snów
Gdzie w blasku letniej zorzy fontanną tryskam znów
Młodszy o stulecia, oszlifowany głaz
W krysztale inkarnacji widzę świt kolejny raz
Niech toczy mnie ocean, obrasta leśny mech 
Chcę słyszeć szept obłoków i galaktyczny śmiech
Przez bezimienne mosty musiałem biec co tchu
Do miasta czterech wiatrów, doliny siedmiu snów

"Airy Reels: Cut-Up 2011" full poetry chapbook.

Fist and banjo

fist and banjo
slippery mass hull
and dabbed peril
quietly
breathed tools
distributing young boys
thermal weeks
child’s cans
biplane recording
radio buildings
business creatures
on horrible eyes
eagle-wise
mail admitted
super-ball cars
and up it tore you
read talk live-more
lips of dr. doom
waving a street
I heard a slide of bombs
the family of your guards
times reversed, the avenues, poles
men-sentence uttered
of narrowed aroma
explanation
postage
body-fields
get high training
on catalyst food
further to coma bulbs
I lift my unneutered strange days

Youth against your volume

cold trains laughed
bubble flared
electrical workers
stopped distilling
preliminary veins
over paragraph windows
machine-gun gas
empty cartridges
electromagnets
bent police gunners
constructed, crossing
murder stream
rolling task powers
experienced are on list
novel national us
get agents
sun cats dance
mutilated body of streets
vibration and science
reversed to drums
glance fields
leave pilots
judge vigor speedups
gentle, soft-fleshed
armors
youth against your volume

Patternmaker

harmonious you
sun-ship's controls
second blue head
ice acceleration
khaki-clad clearer
shell-couch paralysis of attack
dwarfed secretary
foul phosphorescence
millimeter X-ray
membrane superman
outside pages laboratory
brain of excellent telescopes
designer surface receiver
brilliant bug agent
tax expert light
invaders time man
diabolical machine
love-industry voice
lawyer on cubic legs
alien of inveterate edition
mental penetrator
frantic patternmaker

Current

it remained current
loitering, dangling
silence
half-consumed
ragged watts
not aware
pyramids
hangars
telegraph earth
was it you?
the gun replied
no order
end ruins
no magnets
poem
was it you?
muscles
ninety-mile bullet-projector
we have him arisen
sign fell figure
cylinders outwork
gravity bombs away
no time
idea
freeze
you call it?
charge doctors
we box pieces
run emanated
removed
presence – voyage
fumbling
ourselves
was I?
name prisoner
nimbus
which earth was known
of me

Great blonde wonder

heat ray
with first lines missing
be right back with my fragments
broadcast
hero
negative land
silent
zero talk
figure of I
took the auditoriums
by surprise
they gasped
you contain defects
underground cartels
the missed and aroused
you in many bodies
hot
opened unlucky
shock talking
colloquial sun
infinite giant
throbbing wrong direction
leaves fishing
human
delicate
dust

Agent

public servant
clad in bug eyes
fixed
thinking big taxis
told before I spoke
of smoky
over directed
bad beat
too shallow
to soar
but brave enough to fool
the switched poor
publisher

disused
stern mesh
of messy side-street hearts
apply it broken
to your wound
excitement moments
crushed
on asteroid floor

take a world
a cupboard
paint it yellow
twitching knots
of agents
swallowing what’s ordered
writing on walls
in nebula city

Airy reels

sound is
and will here
you and the quiet
certain
human beat
without as evidently
dared
I know the sliding grim
I found my ancient knockers

you side and hers
to what?
celluloid carnal
archways
loom
changed
turning on
the faintest of us

with regards, unaltered
can nostrils craft round myself
employee’s fingers
arranged by would-glaring
trains
twisted
open Lazarus
the beard and fear

better yards
for my relief
with valuable
madness
what was before?
snaky microphones
are the force replied with war
but we
began using the passages
small, airy reels

Ax

ax effort
hemisphere
wax palace, the click
thunderbolt encounter
moon contact, go with
the hour and children
tongue menace
headphones
do business
paint sheets
make plans
as tramping took time
and made your
eyebrows light
head detached loophole
focused, dragged me love
to which you be mother
Uli – play
shortwave
riddle bass
again

Voice button

pause and invention
feeling low, old thud pocket
doing well, meditating
on another
orbital morning
move
carefully up
have heart, she said, don’t
hurry
when chemicals betray
you
join that procession
you first thought
fake

salt cowboy
rises
don’t throw him
change
you’re my thing
and I changed the other
is it me that didn’t work?
leaped cold
his face experiments
with gradually filtered
karma

find steady work
then love
be kicked, get tricked
then push
the voice button

Metal display

I had projectors in it
dangers, swing
brief
littered with love
captured by
heart room
photographers
neutralizing gestures of speech
synonymous when saved
bit
mute

you
stay nonsense else with yourself
the starlight
I freed
relieved
crowding
this head

a certain junk reputation
slowly fixed me
railroads ram away
thunder rolled
wrecks
won’t re-use the scraps
generals of confusion
scattered
I fumed
hesitation

its huge perturbing plates
tremble in metal display

"Minotaurus"

Heal me, doctor
Sue me, lawyer
Buy me, banker
Kill me, cop
Guide me, preacher
Love me, sister
Draw me, loser
Help me, bum

You can all betray me in the end
But for now, I’m gonna be your friend
We all need
A powerful friend
Very soon some of us
Will understand

Fool me, teacher
Find me, madman
Trust me, liar
Thrill me, drug
Climb me, mountain
Sail me, ocean
Watch me, client
Leave me, luck

You can all betray me in the end
But for now, I’m gonna be your friend
We all need
A powerful friend
Very soon all the rats
Abandon land

Trap me, driver
Free me, car crash
Spoil me, lover
Fix me, star
Play me madhouse
Rollercoaster
Sing me jailhouse
Lullaby

You can all betray me in the end
But for now, I’m gonna be your friend
And I’m not
Afraid of your command
It’s a plaything
Marble in my hands

"Spaghetti Lip Fuzz"

I’m at home, I’m a crook
I’m the meal devils cook
I’m the low sludge of hate
I’m the black impassable gate

And I’ve got fuzz in your face
In your ears, you disgrace

I grow young, impolite
Germ infested, vulgar cries
When I grin, I’m rarely glad
I’m the terror in your head

And I’ve got fuzz in your face
To put your pride in my place

I’m the strange yawning crater
I’m your girl, I see you later
Lovers bore me, I’m your hater
I’m the worthless, I will wake her

To the horrors of my face
In your fists, the cretin maze

I’m foul and soiled and grubby
But you will make me clean
I’m fat, obese and chubby
But you will make me thin

And I love you in your hand
Suck your nipples like a lamb

I’m the test you’ll never pass
Books on health and lots of trash
Throw it out of your school
Tiny horses feed the fools

And I’ve got fuzz in your mouth
Prowl my love, you make me shout

"Aktoreczka z Krakowa"

Stoisz przed lustrem i stroisz się dla mnie
Ja leżę z butelką w ręku
I mówię kiedyś wreszcie skończę tą książkę
Nagram wszystkie te piosenki
Ty musisz iść, zaczyna się próba
Kolejne przedstawienie
A dla mnie to próba przed wielkim piciem
Kiedy ciebie już nie będzie

I wciąż plączą się myśli
Wciąż pęka mi głowa
I wciąż tańczy tam mała
Aktoreczka z Krakowa

Wieczorem dzwonisz, popremierówka
Urwiemy się z niej wreszcie
Za dużo świateł, za dużo snobów
A za mało powietrza
Ja ledwo żyję, ty ledwo stoisz
Noc dopiero się zaczyna
Za dużo piję, za mocno kochasz
Kogoś kto pragnie tylko wina

I wciąż plączą się myśli
Wciąż pęka mi głowa
I wciąż tańczy tam mała
Aktoreczka z Krakowa

Galerie pełne wspaniałych płócien
Potem głośne kafejki
Piwne ogródki, spacer Plantami
Świt w kolorze Martini
Twe włosy wplecione w księżyc nad miastem
Usta wczepione w usta
Szyldy, wystawy, neony – myślę
Wszystko to musi usnąć

I wciąż plączą się myśli
Wciąż pęka mi głowa
I wciąż tańczy tam mała
Aktoreczka z Krakowa