Friday, 22 May 2009

Thursday, 21 May 2009

Salt


na poczatku byl horyzont poczatku
nic innego nie wisialo nad nami
nie liczylismy
zmartwien ktore nas nie zlaczyly

nie bylo zadnej nierownosci
gdzie szeroki usmiech rozwial
zagluszajace obawy niewystarczalnosci
dni ktorych nieznalismy

z uniosionymi ramionami nosem zadartym wysko ponad linje bezpieczenstwa
wierzylismy w jutro
upadek byl abstrakcyjnym obrazem z bogatej kolekcji dziel Caldera
w ktorym odbiciu widzielsmy tylko kolory snow

zima uswiadomila nam
istnienie mrozu
gorski wiatr podmuchiwal niepokojem w twarz
uparci na wyzwanie szlismy utartym szlakiem bohaterow

juz wtedy zaczelo sie zbierac fakty
ze nie wszystko ulozy sie na 100%
a sciany naszych systemow moga nie wytrzymac
sila
bedzie sila kazdego z osobna

a kto ukladal piramidy marzen w pospiechu?

czy tak trudno dostrzec ze poczatek i koniec sa bliskie sobie?
od nas zalezy nastepny krok

Wednesday, 20 May 2009


my eyes bleed
I seem to have bonded with my PC
as we try to solve these
burning matters
poisonous occurrences need to be targeted efficiently
you say

I swell up into my balloon of awkwardness
to hear the bells humming while you prepare
an unrehearsed account
I shake my head into pinching fits
silently agreeing on sinful mannerisms
melodramatic hints of fear
that creep from underneath
my fingertips

we were baking truffles with chocolate drizzle
the galaxy was the limit
look who’s gathering dust on the shelf in annoyance?
there’s nothing physical about keeping the bond
repeatedly arranging personal data into the same plot
land
mine

your hand tweeks undecided
twitched blocks of hard covers
stitched into labeles you passed through
over a blank peace of paper
you still need to write down
what you came here for
at least once a week
where you needed to make that comparison
while I assumed my right to
answer questions before they were asked

everyday makes a fresh start

Monday, 18 May 2009

Fairytale



anything dangerous I’m in it
no fussing no fumbling
no spilling
surprises are like paperclips
who would be afraid
I’m safe
I’m here cut me open
look inside my trust
if you can find it

now it’s clear
what was said?
now it’s here
the arrival that occurred
does it count?

did you wake up with fear?
sprayed upon your eyelids
this is not being lost
cross-armed I speak loudly as if there was a crowd of
foreigners listening to my speech
where in my room

it doesn’t take much for me to raise my eyebrow
peculiarities have become an obsession
like a child I observe the ground where the shadows
of human bodies move in various directions
pulling and pushing
will they matter if we talk?
I’ll understand more
to arrive less hidden

phobias exist to be confronted

we can still be friends