"Midnight in Poznan"

In Poznan, the midnight’s painted riddles
Moonbeams and butterflies awake
The girls are all dancing in circles
In Poznan, the midnight’s bare
Hear the jazzy combo sway and sway
Let the sound take you away

In Poznan, the midnight’s parallel to dawn
It’s sometimes hard to accustom to this sight
But uh stars are directed at Orion
And the mother of all beings’ burning bright
Hear the jazzy combo begging for life
Let the sound be your bride

In Poznan, the midnight’s white as snow
You would think you’re forever in Atlantis
Join the feast at the borders of the kingdom of sleep
Let the dreams be your passports to elation
And uh hear the jazzy combo play
Let the sound make your day

Yeah in Poznan, the midnight’s on the radio
The waves are uh pointed at your brain
And they rip through depression and frustration
And they drive all the girls insane
Hear the jazzy combo swing and sway
Let the swing take you away

Yeah in Poznan, the bass men are on fire
Underwater blurbs of amazing worlds
You cross your legs avoiding their desires
But the bastards always hit the accurate chords
Hear the jazzy combo whisper words of love
Let the sound resonate you above
Hear the jazzy combo whisper words of love
Let the sound guide you way above

"In Their Distant More"

Leave essentials
The triviality of action
Figure in
Vent affections
Move on
Sing your song

...time was
Was time...
In their distant more
One voice, a call

Statuary, faintly comic
A parasite
In human form
Enter the statement
Gorgeously slain
There, in death’s uniform

...time was
Was time...
In their distant more
One voice, a call

The unimportant baldness of time
Human falseness in every rhyme
Permanent moderns
Great tragic derived
Long-distant enjoyment
Long-distance tonight

...time was
Was time...
In their distant more
A call

Predominated
In interest’s proportion
Intrinsically something
Capriciously entered
His contact
His actions
Her motions

"Stanomino Blues"

No tight pussy
Cheap coffee flowin’ floatin’ down her breast
Mexican breakfasts, American dinners
Maya horizons of spit & semen

Antimone – clothed perfection
Her ass is of heaven – so they say
Al-Ghoul for Dionysus
Memories of dark women

Sculpted breasts of their genus
Curls of their hair in the forests
Pines of death, telegraph poles of feathers
Selling their myths to the Gypsies

No friendly hand
Hers is already burnt with compassion
Paradox lover
Red haired lady of the dunes exploding

Seaside so close
Everything’s perfectly still
Negros dancing to wooden and iron rhythms
Drunkard painters of trees

Torn apart, forbidden canvas
21st century terror of trains
Children skinned alive on the rails
Poets incrusted in vomit

Bubblegum suite
No 13th floor, no nothing
Toothless howlers of blues
Pearls of her reach, growing and young

Endless moons of touch
Her hips revealed
She is more than this village
The lonely church

The useless grieving monk
All her lovers end in this circle
Bitter sages of love
Their sex unrecognized

Bums in full-fledged aristocracy of motion
Pearly silenced oceans
Fast forward into their doom
A child’s hand, a ragged toy

What kind of a drunkard are you
The graduates must wait
Chronicles of tears
Hit the ocean, park your car

No rear-view mirror, no endings
Girls of your blueberry summer
A run for love, for permanence
Secret waves of return

Unwashed jeans
A red shirt a million years old
The plasticity of religion
Here only the primal wood

Citadels of orchids
Partisans of heaven hidden in the attic
Their guns still proud & ready
All is fine, relax

Here comes another portion
Of your secret drugs of death
Lay down by the stony bridge
The grave of a headless horse

Fuel his nostrils with panic
Her very last shivers
The lady regresses
She is now but a suggestion

No willing lip, no body
Shake the concealed tambourine
Cut off your hand
Here all you need’s a description of one

Pretty pink collocations
240 kilometers of lust
Unfinished highways of soul
Rooms of cobras & nameless voices

Calling the dove in the fog
Shrieking velvet tires
Epitome of blues
The epigones of my misfortunes

Too small in my cowboy boots
Blood, snake leather, Hard Rock Café t-shirt
Take that after-shave lotion away
Girl, I’m your favorite bum

Snow, dead paradise, whiplash
Deadlights
Phantom cars of salvation
Exit the Georgia night

Mohawk cigarettes
The journey of fingers
Take me on that bumper, she said, this bench
Smoke another one

Return to your safe little boxes
Needles, sentiments of fury
Cavalcades of drums
She enters his modest apartment

The Raja dead on the floor
Fumes of opiates
Her fear resurrected & swollen
Aeroplane Blues

That’s all she ever thinks of
Acid under her eyelids
Alighieri’s visions are nursery
Compared with the depth of her fears

Spanish lullabies
White Indian jumps
The failed actor
His sunken reluctant mistress

Artifacts of her sudden revelations
Mantras, angels, manticoras
A journey through her perfumed twilights
Frail & bedazzled, vacant

Wind territories
Sketches of a lifetime rejected
The applause of sudden seahorses
Chain a-swingin’

The feeding gets done
Dogs of haloed consumption
Cans of beans & bacon
Caviar & oysters

She wishes it could be Paris
Dead mosquito, a handclap
What kind of a drunkard are you
Measure your footsteps in gold

Blow thy silver pipes
Ears in shock of their silence
No calls, no responses
No choo-choo trains headed West

Crumbs of manana
Belly dancers
Skin as white as cocaine
Stoned German musicians

Followers of Hendrix
Vulnerable, perfect, imprisoned
Dissolving carpets, collapsing hangings
Bedouin caravans sifting through the room

Exotic melodies cascading
Flowers of a devilish taste
Let me die aware
Let me die of deception of senses

Mists of her railroads
Sweet sixteen on the run to me
Through seedy gore panoramas
I still remember her pussy trained

Sleeping on my beer-soaked body
So sweet I almost cried
Her innocent lips pressed to mine
Her hair twirling round my shoulders

Eyes as deep as her pools of soul
Forever unexplored
Insufficient wanting
Legs vibrating with the room

Chairs splattered against her walls
Victory, understanding
I wish I could see her again
Prolonged suggestion of senses

I wish I could be her wooden tower
The cornerstone of her death
Pilate, a child’s tale

THE SIMPLE FOUR by A.J. KAUFMANN, April 2009

1*PEACE

PEACE BE NOT BROKEN
BY THE TONGUES OF THE INSANE
THEIR CROOKED LIFELINES
OBITUARY HANDS

PEACE BE NOT SOLD
AT THE MARKETS OF DARK, PRIMAL
EVIL AMERICA

PEACE BE NOT SHOWN
TO ALL THOSE NEARBY FREAK-SHOW
PLANETS, ROADS OF PURE GALACTIC DECEIT

PEACE BE NO HIPPIE ARTIFACT
POOR INDU CURTAINS
SIMPLE ROOMS WITHOUT CHAIRS
LAVA LAMPS GLOWING, NO USE FOR THEM TODAY

PEACE BE NO LOST CAUSE
OR WILD, BEARDED CHILDREN
OF MARX, CURSED AT BIRTH BY THE CHURCH

PEACE BE NO POSTER, LEAFLET, BOOK
PEACE BE WRITTEN IN CAPITAL LETTERS
IN CHAPBOOKS LIKE THESE, LOST TO THE PUBLIC DISFIGURED EYE
PEACE BE NO PROMISE, OFFER OR
SELL-OUT, YOUR USUAL DAY-TO-DAY BULLSHIT, SPOONFED TO YA, NEWSPAPER
FEED

PEACE BE NOT STOLEN, I SAY IT AGAIN
PEACE OF NO USE FOR RATIONAL CLOCKS
BACKWARD CALENDARS, PSYCHEDELIC BOOKS OF MEMOIRS

PEACE BE NO GURU, NO BROTHER
PEACE BE BLOOD OF THE SUN, TRUE THIS TIME AND FLOWING, A GERMAN COMMUNE OF HANDS

PEACE BE PREGNANT, DISTANT, ARCTIC
NEVER DIVIDED OR GIVEN AWAY FOR FREE
TO RUTHLESS COLUMBUS’ MARKETEERS

PEACE BE NO RIB OF THE WHITE MAN

PEACE BE NO SPANISH BEADS, TRAVELING BOOTS, NOTHING

PEACE BE NO JEW OR HEAVEN, PEACE BE NOT NIRVANA, ACID, WEED OR SPEED OR MUSHROOMS

PEACE BE NO YOUTH, NO HONOR, PEACE BE HUMBLE INSTEAD, A BROKEN DOWN ANGEL COMPLETELY
PEACE BE MAN BY THE WAY, STANDING AT WHITE CROSS DOOR, DISTANT CHYMES THRU BURNING FIELDS OF OIL

PEACE BE BOURBON AND PORTER – PEACE BE FOREVER FREE FROM YOUR MIND

PEACE BE FOREVER FREE
FREEDOM FOREVER PEACEFUL

PEACE BE GOLDEN UTOPIAS, PEACE BE BRASIL, FUTURISTIC AIRPLANE, PEACE BE STILL YELLOW MAGICK, PEACE BE NOT BROKEN

2*LOVE

LOVE BE NO SIMPLE HAVEN FOR ANGEL-HEADED MADMEN, DISASTROUS MIRRORS OF EVER INFLATING EGOS

LOVE BE NO ELEVATORS, SEX MOTELS, ARABIC REALMS OF VISION, GARDENS OF HASH AND LUST

LOVE BE NEVER PRESCRIPTED, LOVE BE NO ABORTION PILL, OR ANY OTHER PILL FOR ANY OTHER SICKNESS, LOVE BE PURE, NO GREEN ROTTEN MEAT IN THE FRIDGE
SMELLING JUST LIKE FLOWERS

LOVE WILL NEVER BE ADDED TO YOUR INSTANT COFFEE, VEGETABLE SOUPS AND OTHER POWDERS, FAST-FOOD FRENZY OR DRUGS FOR THAT MATTER

LOVE BE NO SUDDEN BREAKDOWN OF SENSE, LOVE BE A BEACH AND THE OCEAN
LOVE BE YOU IN YOUR EYES, LOVE BE TEARS ON MY TONGUE

LOVE BE NO TIME MACHINES, SWOLLEN RED OVALS OF SAFETY, PUMPING MACHINES AND RUNAROUND SLAVES

LOVE BE NO RELEASE – LOVE BE A WILD BUT INNOCENT MOUSE TRAP, INDIAN VENUS, GODDESS OF TONGUES

LOVE BE NO SKETCH OR PAINTING, LOVE BE NO COLOR OR NOTE, LOVE BE NO UNDERLINED HAZE, DUTY, BREATH OR ILLUSION

LOVE BE A SUN SUNKEN BEAUTY’S BELLY, WHITE GOWNS OF TRUST AND HONOR – LOVE BE NEVER CONQUERED

LOVE BE NO SHIPS ON EASTERN SHORES, IMMIGRANT TALES, CHEAP WATCHTOWER REVELATIONS

LOVE BE NO DIVA, SISTER – LOVE BE NO MOURNING SONG OF THE WIND, CRYING
FOR THE YOUNG AND DECEASED

AMERICANA PANORAMAS OF TRUTH – CORNERED, SUNLIT, VACANT – LOVE BE NO DISTRICT, MAN

LOVE BE TWIN SLUM AND JUNGLE, LOVE BE NO BIBLE BOUND WITH BLOOD, WRITTEN WITH SEMEN

LOVE BE NO FIREWATER, LEATHER DRESSES, COFFINS – LOVE BE DRAGONFLY’S SCREAM – A THING YOU’VE NEVER HEARD

LOVE BE NO SALVATION – MESCALINE, CABA, TECATA – LOVE BE TEA AND CHEESE, SIMPLE BLACK BREAD AND OLIVES

LOVE BE WATERED, GARDENED AND CHROMED, LOVE BE POLITELY DRIVEN AWAY

LOVE BE FARAWAY DICTUMS, RULES FOR SOFT MAD CHILDREN – RULES ARE VERY SIMPLE, WE’VE HEARD THEM BEFORE
BROTHER

LOVE BE NO LAWS, RULES OR LIMITS – LOVE BE FOREVER PEACEFUL
PEACE BE FOREVER LOVED

LOVE BE ARHYTHMIC PRECISION, LOVE BE LAS VEGAS, LIGHTS OF THE DESERT

LOVE WE WIDE RED OCEANS
LOVE BE NO SIMPLE HAVEN

3*FREEDOM

FREEDOM BE NO SIMPLE ITEM, PEACE SIGN ON WATER – FREEDOM BE NO DEAD CHILD

FREEDOM BE CROCODILES BATHING, SWALLOWING EMPTY CONTINENTS  - GIVING BIRTH TO PASSION

FREEDOM BE NEVER A SPLATTERED TATTOO, WASTED CHOPPERS IN DEAD MOON VALLEYS

FREEDOM BE ONE-WAY WORD, EASY CHOICES OF FAITH, LOST IN DOUBT OF RELIGION

FREEDOM BE SHOTGUN JESUS, PRAISING AT FREAK CHURCH ALTAR, BLESSING THE TRAFFIC LIGHT MADNESS
FREEDOM BE NEVER GIMMICKS, ROUNDABOUT FINGERS OF GOD

FREEDOM BE NO BUDDHA’S HAIR
HIS EVER SLEEPING OAK TREE, CUT-UP LINE, INSERTED BY MISTAKE

FREEDOM BE NO CRESCENT, LINEN OR SHROUD – NO EASTER JOKE RESURRECTION

FREEDOM BE NOT PINPOINTED, FREEDOM BE NEVER ILLUSIONS OF TIME

FREEDOM BE NO HOUDINI, BABY’S HAIR OR CRYING ORCHIDS, FREEDOM BE NEVER CONQUEROR

FREEDOM BE NEVER DESOLATION OF SOUL, FLYING GUITARS, A HOOKAH – MAJESTIC, IRREVELANT, BLATANT

FREEDOM BE NOT REPRESENTED IN CHEAP BRITISH PAPERS – FREEDOM BE NEVER YOUR TOILET TRAIN

FREEDOM BE NEVER AN ARGUMENT, TRADEMARK OR PRODUCT – FREEDOM BE NEVER YOUR PROMISED LAND
CHOSEN OCCUPATION

FREEDOM BE NEVER A NAME OR FACE
FREEDOM BE HIGHWAYS OF DEATH
FREEDOM BE VAST HORIZONED VISIONS

FREEDOM BE BRAVE POOL STEPPES, BLANK CITY TOMBSTONES – FREEDOM BE BLACK, METALLIC

FREEDOM BE SCULPTURES OF MONKEYS, ANGELS TO SAINTS IN RAGS
FREEDOM FOREVER HARMONIC – NATURAL FLOATATION

FREEDOM FOREVER HARMONIC – HARMONY EVER FREE
FREEDOM BE PASTURES OF SLEEP

FREEDOM BE CALIFORNIA
MUTE AGONY BEATLE
SPLASHED ON DEAD GREEN WALLS
FOR FUTURE FINGERS TO FEEL

4*HARMONY

HARMONY BE NO NAME OF A GIRL
CHRISTIAN SIMPLISTIC MELODY
THE ONE OF HER PALE VAGINA

HARMONY BE NO BLACK BURDEN
NO TV SLAVERY TIME
CRUST IMPERIAL FISTS
HARMONY BE NO PEANUT
CHOCOLATE BUTTER OR ROSES
TRANSLATED TO VINE AND VENOM

HARMONY BE NO PHRASE ON YOUR DEATH BED, MARTYR CHAINS, FRA DOLCINO’S STIGMATA

HARMONY BE NO ROLLING STONES SONG OR HEROIN PROPHET OF DOOM
CARAMEL COUGH SYRUP

HARMONY BE NO BERLIN WHORE
PRISON, NURSERY OR BAR
NO LOVELIGHT, HUMANITY’S JUDGES – INSPECTORS OF BEAUTY AND TRUTH

HARMONY NEVER EXPOSED, KEPT BRITTLE INSTEAD IN SILENT LIMITS OF DAWN
WHILE JET GHOSTS DANCE ON CHILD’S WOOLY SKULL

HARMONY BE NO CONQUISTADOR
HARMONY BE NO ANCIENT WALL
LION CONSUMING THE DOVE, HIS LOVER

SENTENCED TO DEATH, PROUDLY DEPARTING, HARMONY NEVER DISARMED
BETWEEN YOUR ARMIES CORRODING IN RAIN

HARMONY BE NO REJECTED THOUGHT
NO ROULETTE, ARCHEOPTERYX’S SHADES
ON SKIES COLLAPSING WITHIN

HARMONY BE NO PUSHER OF MAGICK, HIGHER INSTANCE, SUSPENDED JURY – A GOLDEN ALARM PHONE TO GOD

HARMONY STILL IN FIGMENTS OF FRACTALS – HONEST, RELAXED AND DIGGING IN

HARMONY PRESENT IN DYING MIND’S LAST SPASMS, WEARY FROM WALKING ITS LIGHT YEARS

HARMONY BE RELENTLESS, A PARADOX OF LIFE, IN BATHROOMS FILLED WITH EARS, LISTENING TO THE WIND’S SONG

HARMONY BE FOREVER LOVE
LOVE BE FOREVER PEACE BE FREEDOM
HARMONY CUTS NO CIRCLE

HARMONY BE RIO – MURALS
NEVER CONFUSED IN HISTORY’S MUD
HARMONY BE REALITY’S WHITE LIGHT

HARMONY BE NO NAME OF A GIRL
BUT IT CERTAINLY APPEARS SO
TO AN UNEXPERIENCED EYE.

When the Chalk Falls Down

When the chalk falls down
You know it's winter
When the chalk falls down
You know she's true
And you touch her there, you know she's ready
And the bottom never shows in her blues
When the chalk falls down
From your weary cowboy boots

When the chalk falls down
You know it's over
When the chalk falls down
You've paid your dues
And you touch her there, and you take her here
And her mercy, in tons, gets renewed
When the chalk falls down
From your hat and your cowboy boots

When the chalk falls down
You know it's traveling
When the chalk falls down
You know it's good
And you walk her here, to the park on the hill
And the cross, the cross shines through
When the chalk falls down
On one too many heartless avenues

When the chalk falls down
You know the crescent
Is a beauty above this hill
And the moon is steady for her travelers
And the rivers run always very deep
When the chalk falls down from your head
Down to night's swift gracious feet
When the chalk falls down
The river never runs too deep

When the chalk falls down
Behind the make-up
Nature shows as given by the lord
And the lady is waiting for her jewelry
For the wind, for the bells and for the stone
When the chalk falls down
You know it's winter
When the chalk falls down
You're really home

4 Poems

Years as gold philosophy

Years as gold philosophy
sky sailing, restricted much
in sweet wallflowers known to be birds,
bonfires, charmingly cold
after-dinner stupidity
hesitation, wishing garden bells were seasons, works
which handed you the sunset
a flake, sky sea-iris
some of it lying pianos, joyful lights,
spout lips dirt-grimed lady-shining
as most multiform scripts
seeds rise, there’s sunlight
familiar rocks, somber love and God
cathedral on press sheets
red at office flanks
glass image  wheels
suddenly without dusk
open you alone,
the way you ripple my eyes,
spread nothing on dead Roman wings
asking the trees for some music – fine jungle halls
to remember
slip poised, together, facing your wings,
conducting the starless sheaf, after all,
we’re finally together

BoatmEn of Seasons

Virtue clouds expand
think, serve symphonies
obliquely well, black yawning
aspiration – world through birth with mountain-billows immortal
iron scraps, white and hot, scarlet in fire and hail
restless boats pass, quiet
through a steely, sudden motionless Night
melting, sour squeamish pretence to fail
retorts, boom city noise
pierced misty rainbows
bleed their leaves all over the station,
drag forces, cleft smoke, haste love
spare dusks bend, crack pavement roses
in putrid sleep, dark tops of greed
against the poet’s distance, folk immune to infection
blur transfers, monotonous books
smell like time, licking the smoke
while somewhere beside  the shops, hate-lives healing rain
jokey beggars ooze across the years
with the boatmen of seasons

Theaters his picture

A prayer, ironically whispered
while above me the suffering laugh out loud
at Madonna image from beers and cheap carpets
dissolving into water, dashed dreams
of resistance, messiahs carved in laboratory doors
white leather crystalline bedrooms
sin careen, always dead country
whisper of clocks, faces forcing lie, sparkles of life
hobbling through the relics, our corpses
of achievement, frozen-cloud floors
disastrous birds in sunless spaces
evolve in the moonlight, treading the actor’s
path to infinite wrench… either dull
or sorrowful, rooms, women, a hundred sounds
silver the eyes, tremble the audience
a prayer, ironically whispered
in lowest ink, disguising fall
her theaters his picture, feet of the world
slippery hair of provincial
murder muttering sky

Nobody’s brother

Nobody's brother, gray candle in cold sky, burning
dream horizon’s dew, dressed in symbolic birds
fever some more, sighing shriveled, dying
in colder groaning, a beautiful muscle
where roses slept of irrelevant patterns
naphthalene’s bitter vapor cast the day
into full soft deliverance, a mourning summit
I found and sang about, and seeking held into
its demise, waves of impotent walls
pain of roads in stone, healing a whore again
asking for asphalt, stamped departure
of soul, darling black glare, grief beautiful
men… street love, colors of galvanized eyelids
encasing my sand into books of leisure and lanterns
in pornographic pride, shining through my window
vibrating metallic death, stripping again, magma bulk
of ribbon starfish, the rain and spit pools
in playmate brittle collapse
hollowly wrapping humble souls in dreams
they’re not my brothers, I’m sorry

"Suite of Longings" - complete chapbook, Berlin 2008.

Suite of Longings

suite of longings
murmured gaze
every stretching gives an ear
I-ching
on a hummingbird's wing

the oldest Earth walks away
stars anew w/ the day
every nonsense claimed her own
summers seem wintry
women kneel down

can the red look sing
granted to its night spirit's
faces
or sure of the glimmering waves
it turns and turns away
to pray

shake the remembering folk
bush out your spectacles
clean
bare and full of me
best bird-seen
best fish-swim

grieve with the hills
their autumnal voyage
in town and wintry and free
girl to the morn
and I to she
ancient marriage proceeds

suite of longings
crooked but solid
mean and meek
forever worried
pour the moonlight at the bird
lover moon-stream w/the sun
captured in your
endless run

Poker Men

pitiable day of very somebody
wooded midnights
old covered howevers
party minutes all over other's faces
below all past
Poker dollars, three men asleep
square sleep tango...

storm in rocky heavens
welcome to temperance houses
moral table ladies
desperate echoes
not equipped aflame
companions caring ascended
protecting stones
the snow will melt, we're sure of...

joining pitiable facts
strayed at midnight
great the roads
nights
spotless

of sleepers we dream here
remembrance in rude rusted minutes
sex in the hall
apparently forgotten
as the joker cards the climate

Windows Burn as Time Flies By...

chimneys gleaming
windows burn
until the time flies by
until the south-wind
comes

mysterious with leaves
& gloomy prints
white-haired figures
walk the lightnings
sure

shelters disclosed
most vividly ventured
where stands the blunt lady
ornamented
lofty favorite of his
mistress of his
carpeted eyes

windows burn as time flies by...

elegant silks
peeping through the chestnuts
tossed in black
cooled clad
rack

a little stick place spend but unbroken

Scenery Madeline

will her conjugal fingers
become sanctuary
rose-colored asylums
blubber hermit
or mother letter thing

will her twirling days
become curtains on Henry
obscuring Miss-Behavior’s
deep-cushioned love
or a grave and a kind regard

holding you painful
in her truest of seasons
in flowered arms
and impudence
scenery Madeline - never sincere

life swayed for her all around
answered, measured, done
elegant rested humors
queenly on their spirits table
lead carelessly into oblivion

the music yields and I of the evening
release her tear-stained volumes
soars says thoughts
staggering fawning come
the hermit drinks up his tea
and leaves

The Wreck

Wind and slide toward that roof heart
lord, her being rent...
blank measureless proclaims
begin
again

slide toward the control:
dissolving churches
exploding magic:
all wanderers read the shorelines
that roof heart of hers
while the mid-noon kindly banks
his crowds in
Hollywood
smiles

death laughs:
Time to be his strand
Shingle be his stand...

Harbor monks endure the play
wanderers admire the score
under night's wailing star dawn
yet

rock perchance the worldwide limbs
rock perchance the roof
vainly as time
soft as the river

Life:
bare shade flower
keen on
aware of
the wreck

Pause

pause the sounds
the doors
unmeasured neighbors
lay in slopes
for the patient
pyre
skies
changeful
hands

tell me of my vain response
animated summer
tranquillized beaming
and clay

sun awaits your foundations
where immortal gloom lays fevered
without birth

pause with soft anthems
one deepening ear
one friendly hand
chilling winds soiling the soul

yearnings throb
fade
flutter

vocal eye:
the twilight's yours
to kiss

Mountains Are Known

contents come of high virgin's
bloodless
tale

of her strive he only placed
a decent funeral

her ivy wars
death to old
freedom to young,
confused

islands as art
w/ all our assistance

from ships
ships only move

from women
women just flee

in devotion of our rivals
true freedom
rests
and mountains we are
are known
forever

Ship-Shaped Hearts

one burst over to the ship-shaped hearts
gazed through the Sea
trembled doomed tide
rippled to pieces

whitened dancing fairies
and their perfect pair
slid darkened, far sleeping
far-flung
and desired
blooming but from their waters
bosom

paths of woe unexplored:
demons wreck
roar
on steel
in ruby
weaving their
frolic earth vision
mirrors

light morrow's gold in astray
a brook on marked mariners
one burst over to the ship-shaped hearts
gazed through the Sea:

be there skulls
be there owl flame...

deep tissues specter
the sky bloomed
down lady
deep Adieu,
beloved!

No deep murmur though:
entertain slippery eyes

one burst over to the ship-shaped hearts
swollen by
scream peace
explosion

Early Stranger Dangerous

she boys the boy, employs
his dreamt-abouts
trumpets take pleasing numbers
eyes full of death, unharmed
razor, razor
eyes
God is sun
that men reply
arrow dog
the village fool
dreamt-abouts
which work so cool
laughing gun halls
trumpet wives

wrinkles top down
herd of cedars
on intent
the bright & shocking
pain

rattle all
as spoken word
descends
losing faith in it
losing faith in men

beneath the Cow the curious go
I ain't got no Ace
to show

In Their Distant More

leave essentials
the triviality of action
figure in
vent affections
statuary, faintly comic
political in human form

the unimportant baldness
human false
permanent moderns
great tragic derived
long-distant enjoyment

...time was
was time...

predominated
in proportion interests
intrinsically something
capriciously entered
his contact
his actions

...time was
was time...

in their distant more

Limp Assistants

see either air or mood
kindest ever deaths

joys, misfortunes...whose the days
really are
idle lessons & limp assistants
countless regions of care

ether friendly children
whistle out
the poor sage's prayer

matchless heats heaped in thousands
scrapped to bits
elusively
still

you and your pleasure:
useful
true
salutable

sessional subjects
fill up dead seasons
lovers to little
constraint
wrought the wheel
to guide the rich
only to their
doom

daily hats
and limp assistants
all we ever get

Seraphs of Youth

the bright
with that side
linger onto where she lies
to the stains of a very young song

princes, passions
pretty windows
blood
cot
graves

and doomed, so doomed your sister sits
nervous moth of never-doors
approves his swelling
oozing
grace

(pilgrims at the Pride Lake's bottom...
singing... guiltless...white & plain...
ever to the same refrain...)

zigzags hounds
to clean the blood
sully, grisly pot
strayed a-lot... we laugh a lot
buzzing to all this cold

and Satan’s little fly
some pallid shade
of a room
from Tide to the bluntest pain
explains
again & again
his name...

lame the disease... furniture screams
linens the door with its crimson
brigades

astonishing seraphs of youth...

Little Girl, in a Room

little girl, in a room
shakes of all world's disasters
from her painted-brown shoulder
green colored sheets
eyes of elation
misses the street bus
at six
moves on
sits down

dreams of a cock
then chooses
the lark

moves not from the room,
leaves all the doors open
the windows closed
& heating off
to feel the snow as is

becomes his prostitute
sailor
favorite reluctant sorrow

the sky moves on as she walks
& sidewalks are painted
w/ all of her wasteland's glory

reminds me a name
that sticks to no face
but floats freely seated
there, in my chair
there, on my knees
forced to inhale

(her spirit's as old
as the mountains of Spain
the great Andalusia
or first America's
evil)

dreams of a lark
then chooses
a panther

cocks crow dawn
yeah, a little red rooster
at sunset

"Peace / Spokój" (Victoria Park, Berlin 2008)

Peace
Victoria Park, Berlin 2008

I value peace… spitting out pieces of teeth
scraps of broken vinyl
I deal with the beast
on a kitchen chair
tuning my banjo, smiling to the photograph
of an American Poetess
I make coffee – it smells of gasoline, the city
crawls up my veins, the spider-pump
flashes cold electric light
laying shades on faces behind the window
a gigantic eye collects
the evidence of madness – searching through files
isolated wards
heaps of yellowed scrapbooks
I value peace… counting blood drops
on my room divider

Spokój
Victoria Park, Berlin 2008

Cenię spokój… wypluwam kawałki zębów
resztki połamanego winylu
rozprawiam się z bestią
na kuchennym krześle
stroję banjo i uśmiecham się do zdjęcia
Amerykańskiej Poetki
robię kawę – śmierdzi benzyną, miasto
wtłacza się w żyły, pompka-pająk
rozbłyska zimnym elektrycznym światłem
kładąc cień na twarzy za oknem
gigantyczne oko zbiera dowody
szaleństwa – przeszukuje kartoteki
oddziały zamknięte
sterty pożółkłych notatników
cenię spokój… liczę kropli krwi
na meblościance

"Moon over Arbat"

The moon over Arbat is my moon too
We talk on our cities, we're both gone too soon
The moon over Arbat is my moon too
The cigarettes smoked, the beauty we knew

The moon over Arbat has numbered my nights
Just like my songs in the sink of your eyes
The moon over Arbat is heartless and cruel
Watch out dear lady, you walk with a fool

The moon over Arbat has chosen my ways
I feel like a poet who’s nothing to say
The moon over Arbat is laughing, aware
That there's no one for no one to love or to care

The moon over Arbat is sleeping with me
All you can do is to hold me and leave
The moon over Arbat knows lovers will part
So humor me please, before you break my heart

The moon over Arbat now sleeps in your lap
The winter's so cold and your heart needs a map
The moon over Arbat has murdered my love
Someone belonged here but I’ve let her go

The moon over Arbat is sailing us down
Strangers and angels, the night city crown
Moon over Arbat, an average stone
Nobody stays here, in nobody's home

The moon over Arbat continues to play
Songs in the lamplight, I like it that way
Moon over Arbat is my moon too
The loves we all shared, the pain we've been through

Footprints on the Wasteland

Footprints on the wasteland
Sandpits of the East
Dreaming on the edge
Of the bed of human beast
I'm no longer happy
I'm no longer shy
Blood cuts through the morning
Essence of your sky

Footprints on the wasteland
Treasures we once had
Flying cross horizons
Painted in your head
I'm no longer wanting
I'm no longer young
Water turns to wine where
Jesus heads run strong

Footprints on the wasteland
Kings that court for clay
Building men and towers
Into mind's decay
I'm no longer frightened
I'm no longer pure
Days go hide forever where
Darkness is the cure