6 poems originally published at Carcinogenic Poetry.

White Rainbow Magic

I've seen a white rainbow, birth of raven's eye
crashing out of her skin
erecting a wall of vision
pure in perfect disorder
while thoughtless priests surrendered
to Albion’s eves of light
sailed rivers of her hair
praised sunlight at her bridges
as she bathed in the glory of goodbye
white rainbow smiled on her thigh
the morning ended too soon
her kingdom is not of this world, I sighed
and turned eternally down
to the spiral bindings
of a common
comedian’s
sidewalk

Janitor Sun

The sun's now honey and cornflakes
orchid’s breakfast
gigantic taste bud
janitor of night
in basins of remains
drinking his rum
illicit actor of dusk
explicit angel
chatting how life
passes us by
shaking off our madness, slowly
the sun would never care
the sun would never write lines
as useless as these
the sun has no time
for dim offenses
the sun remains where it's always been
five years ahead
or seven behind
the sun don't mind
we should all be alike
we should all be alive
start wearing white
take off the mourning masks
let our bodies be ripped apart
the sun breathes no fumes
no death
no mirrored safety
is one
belongs here
and so do I, you’re learning
stop looking at my
reflex

Basquiat's Head

It felt like a crack in Basquiat's head
transmitting Andy’s
final words
a world of no hospitals, prisons
a world of hotels
white instant galleries
friends repainted
rewritten, infinite
Jesus proved a Polish wanderer
multiplied, sad
stuck to the wall
on fluorescent cross
with neon Jewish crown
twixt other UV heroes
one-second divas
junk on film
black revolution hell
speed and James Dean
primal hip-hop beats
my radio screamed for the whole fucking week
my notebook howled
my children cried
my kitchen bled tons of wine
my beard grew longer
my bathroom held bones of Jimi Hendrix
the chicken sun refused to shine
and I never managed to paint my graffiti
fix my banjo
or pay a visit to Annie
8mm skies fell down
showing dark Haiti voodoo
but really
it felt like a crack in Basquiat's head
not at all a ceremony
unexpected golden dawn
on willing hearts
and wide open arms

Humble Cold

I take a look at everything, blessed
but disenchanted
on anxious figures in the dark
crawling forsaken
under iron heels
of time

Nomadic pain
utters so little, watching the night
uprising
without a chance for home

Seconds belong to me, the ashen cut
far from the young pretender
weeping at railroads and oceans
with corpses laying spread
sure of contrast
and fervor pressing love

Cooling my time, at windows
of sin, glowing like a lost mild bird
soaring with hopes but bound
with famine, asses singing with me
carrying the message of sun
safe in shadowy burn

Pallid thief
dressed in fluttered flutes
rolling angry, in vain
thru wishes of a shattered
interpreted world
hunting for laughter alone – cast
in the humble cold

Flashes with Tears

Gloat and mope on stars… one ancient midnight
angels smell your heart… sinking drums,
to you it’s life – calm listening voice, the long
met cold, dark blue eternity – world
has no senses… it rests beneath your lips
curls of soul, absolving… marble stays
here, waxes flow… walking on my skin
the green, the wide… grass rolling your
traveler’s touch… this is your morning
shadowy oaks enthrone chimera – born on names
of grief – harmony’s fainter, double
playing the blues on heavenly ladders
coy and young, she knows no salvation… walk
her out – streets, tone, dances, dragging
alone – fissures voicing the river
hearing those swinging roots, moon deep
pain praises dawning, wayfaring
the ocean renewed, while wood in fences
flashes with tears
below you

Deaf Critic

I'll go to Wal-Mart
get "Songs from a Room" (remastered), "Essential Leonard Cohen"
and a Panasonic Arc IV Wireless Men's Wet/Dry Shaver
in this way, I'll be putting across a social message
I'll save you some time
and I'll play deaf critic again
not cutting myself, like before, to rusty little
razorblade pieces

"City of Eternity"

People running, people blind
Wondering what else is to find
In these gates and in these walls
Fatal workers wake-up call
What’s to offer, what’s to see
Echoes to infinity
City silent, growing free
City of eternity

High rise blocks are everywhere
Mind pollution vacant stare
Killer views of brain control
That’s the garden you take toll
What’s to wonder, what’s to be
Echoes to infinity
City silent, growing free
City of eternity

No more forests, no more lakes
Archways proud of granite flake
Heavy sights heartbreaking news
No more sources we can use
What’s to cover, where to flee
Echoes of infinity
City silent, growing free
City of eternity

"Your Mother's Acid Eye"

I shot your mother in her acid eye
It opened up to show a world unknown
Tripping Egypt surfaced on its petals
Moon was nothing in their periscopes

And they flew across the universe
Circled space whole wide
Returned to petals dying
Of your mother’s acid eye

Blood of sunrise came and rested safe
On Himalaya rays of snow and sand
We have found the Ark on plateaus late
Where trees of wisdom grew out of my hand

And they grew across the universe
Reached the roots of time
Returned to sand and snow then
In your mother’s acid eye

Falling leaves they formed a temple
Million thousand light years wide
Thru the black hole we admired creation
Made all love and things of love survive

And they flew across the universe
Now immortalized
Traveled every night sky
In your mother’s acid eye

Now to every world they’re taken
Labors of a cosmic love
Pyramids exploding, rising
On every sunlit friendly shore
Passing galaxies away
Little seeds of men and time
Every atom dances grateful
For a mind that loves all minds

Spread across the universe
Glowing just like wine
Everything was born a comet
In your mother’s acid eye

"Housetrucker"

Let me be the light I’m made of child
Let me be the road I’m singing of
Let me learn the sun I worship strong
Let me be the dawn I slide upon

Cause I’m a housetrucker, child
Ain’t no easy sucker
I’m a housetrucker, child
What I say, what I play
Housetrucker

Let me be the dark I’m built of child
Let me be the moon I’m dreaming of
Let me learn the path I’m running low
Let me be the dusk I slide upon

Cause I’m a housetrucker, child
Ain’t no easy sucker
I’m a housetrucker, child
What I say, what I play
Housetrucker

Let me be the home I’m building here
Let me be the pillars of my youth
Let me care for universal wheels
Let me ride out far for earthly truth

Cause I’m a housetrucker, child
Ain’t no easy sucker
I’m a housetrucker, child
What I say, what I play
Housetrucker

I’m gonna ride for ages for my moon
Gonna ride for ages for my sun
Gonna keep all roads in memory long
Gonna ride until my days are done
Let me be the night I’m thinking of
Let me be the day I’m filled within
Let me be the wheels forever spinning
Let me be the song I’m circling in

4 poems

Outskirtal Child

life called devils
the morning
sorrow and longing
fingers of native sun
thought only of themselves
blessed in exiled
colors of thunder
the ”who”, the “so”
of a stormy sunrise
strange vivifying
melancholy
warmth and power
in dead town eyes
filled with pain
where wait of strength
suicide streets
and years of frost
were islands
of I, who
was poor
wrong
and had age
to die like a dog
buried
nameless
unthinkingly
bleeding
on another
outskirtal
child

Kowalski

growing a beard, tanning himself
twixt desolate blocks, dying while
trying to be you, destroyed
allusion mouths, moving dying more
in pilgrimage and irony, still intense
and full, painted fresh spring colors
trembling, empty, remembering long
but elements rust, hurt distances passed
and time, went wrong, afraid and failed
he once crushed the world
mispronounced lakes, he’s rooted deep
jug shall come soon, I’ve driven before
certain forsaken
appears as life
early carpenter
Kowalski

Nadir of Static Beauty

melancholy almost like lightning
rigid as banks of the beggar’s river
stuck in the middle of powerless
things, those were the days of prayer
shadows lasted till silky touch
and women voices in blood-stained beds
said “takes to like it long”
whatever they meant by that
murderous kisses too, forsaken
I paid no attention
was looking for my father
remnants of my witness
living on rusted sunshine
overpowering life
leaves dried-up beyond me
like old Okudzhava song
felt like writing and fucking
golden all by myself
and my catholic quarter
earned its iconic drawings
indescribable poor winter
and lightning glances paid to myself
nadir of static beauty

Winter Living Woman

walk in death
down
ill clearly
awakening kisses
lament
take snow
horizon me
long
against the river
specific smells
of my imagination

you and gloom
blue
struck of
dying
beat death now
save the sorrowful herd
weep into snow
separation
be my fool
on the bridge
winter living woman

"Error"

Gripe by night the love giants, the life we share
Twinned-wings, wave all, gentle within the angels
Vision grove, diamonds and passion-laden eyes
Lotus-face, delicate birds and beautiful hum fans
Of moonlight-pearls

Divine morrow, mark of leaves, tenderness, calm
Night follows the thirsty singing much
Lovers kissing much, gloom and midnight
Hands sense the beautiful, subtle-sweet sky
Of us the stars speak

The lightest heart, strong milk-warm solemn
Grown so blue, human and clasping for wake
Unknown, blessed, mute, dim stars enchanted
Now in sternness, sitting with forest-flowers
Dread mouth of piteous joys

Rare comets shining on leaves of love, spray
Of sweetness, follows the shots of fire, yellow
Fierce dark blooms – you are the ancient grove
Understand the high moon's fragrance
Yours eye is the highest

Damsels, jewels, given their end, dancers in
World heart, deep and forgiven, summits
Of dream, sitting in fourfold, golden and
Merry, you are merry, modestly watching
The coldness dancing with arrows of day

Lifelike, like soft eyes, touching the gate of spirit
Fish god, what a dream, praise your kings at twilight
You resemble twilight
Cut the monster hand
Light us a song

May your error lead to pleasures of blossoms

"Shangri La"

A giant mountainside
I passed to meet your eyes
Topped with fountains bright and exploding
Paradigm of youth
Nature’s living proof
Everything in third eye is evolving

Towards the source, towards life
Never ending paradise
Traveling eastern blazing skies
Of Shangri La

An icy river wide
I sailed to meet your heart
Currents wild and wide as thoughts revolving
Compass rescues me
Phantoms roaming free
Nothing in your forests is corroding

Towards the source, towards life
Never ending paradise
Traveling eastern blazing skies
Of Shangri La

A crystal hall of tears
I passed to meet your years
Must’ve been a million of them sailing
Is this immortal life
Devoid of end and strife
I can hear some distant echo wailing

Towards the source, towards life
Never ending paradise
Traveling eastern blazing skies
Of Shangri La

A fertile meadow green
Resting submarine
Breathing there is easy with the comets
Space emerging one
With the youthful sun
Spending thousand years like one long morning

Towards the source, towards life
Never ending paradise
Traveling eastern blazing skies
Of Shangri La

"Central Point"

I saw you this morning, I missed by a glare
Streets kept you going imprisoned but fair
Their tentacles scare you, their bottomless pits
Reach out to find you wherever you sleep
While sadnesses slither in violent bursts
Matching disasters with words of the hurt
Sitting on ashes their fathers once burnt
Distant molasses of permanent ruin
As little as they are they don’t disappoint
We’re all looking for that central point

I know I won’t find you at any address
I won’t try my luck with this filthy old bed
Keys never change and the river stands still
On portraits of women I once held so dear
Running their fingers above story lines
Showing them shortcuts throughout blotted skies
Letting my thought run away with their heart
Letting their old sleepless eyes play my part
As phony as they are they don’t disappoint
We’re all looking for that central point

I followed your body, regret that I did
It took me a wandering aside country dirt
Found all your horses, exchanged all you had
For telephone wires, for madness and sex
I wish I’d deny you, that’s braveness on coals
Burning your wisdom, exploring your sore
Schools cannot teach you, you left all of them
Wait for your turn and unleash all you can
As little as it is you don’t disappoint
We’re all looking for that central point

I followed your spirit, I landed in Spain
Shots on the border and blood on the train
Screaming for death on exploited guitars
Your family can’t reach you, not under these stars
You’re on your own now fighting your war
Synonyms have it for kindness ignored
Your privacy hides you too high for my hands
Not only I’ll touch you where god understands
As little as you are you don’t disappoint
We’re all looking for that central point

"Craters in My Iris"

Fair atomic dawn
Falling on the blocks
Equals everyone
Turning back the clocks
Stone age welcome home
Blowing down your shell
Craters in my iris
Death corroding wells

Argentina calling
Witnessing the same
Ancient cities rising
In equatorial rain
Back to wood and wind
Compasses like flakes
Craters in my iris
Death corroding lakes

You lost your rhythm, world, distributed in the crowd
Signals of potential saved, your world is clashing down
Every message has it onwards every filthy news
Covering the planet with colossal nuclear bruise

Totems rise at poles
Neon turns to smoke
Tribal love is back
Choking on its jokes
Sweet like summer breeze
All the A-bombs down
Craters in my iris
Death corroding towns

You faced your myths, denied, but in a wider glance
Generators of contentment hum with acid circumstance
Only two survivors staring, moving up their airy tents
Ventilated till the starless sky must finally pay its rent

"Semicircles and Constellations"

I sometimes dream of you in the ash of days
Semicircles and constellations
I lose you every time I think of sundown
Bridges, landing on pain, in frustration
In the strength of your realization
In the vacuum of another world
I think we still remain
Half-amiable friends
A very loose connection
High up on the cosmic cord
Way up with the angel’s chord
Semicircles and constellations
Looming in the distant void
Of what you call love

I only find you when the night begins
And super fast trains cancel my stay
Throbbing underneath my feet
I’m changing my rooms
Selling tickets that bleed

I sometimes think of home and it looks like you
Semicircles and constellations
Probably on their way to crystal clear Japan
With words that were never my intention
In the face of mathematical collocations
In the armpit of another train
I think we still remain
Favorite woman and man
In these changing situations
I guess we love bright screens
When the chemical day begins
Semicircles and constellations
Looking through a half-closed lid
Of what you call age