2011 (May-August)

OUTLINE OF DREAM, ARE YOU FINISHED?
quite so commonness
stopped breathing
you pulled out plug so she could rest

when air was pierced with
hollow apnea of snore
you started polishing her dirty cheeks
with saliva
shine in moon afterglow
like silver hemispheres of pearls
warm from fragility of moves

awaiting life plots to be overcome with sleep
you were looking out for a pale beauty
resembled crystal warm tears

gate left for liberation
opens only a sack of demented dreams
touch hypnotizes commonness
not to float away too far
it could have sank in unnatural serenity
and moved by waves
sit on the bank of your life (11th May 2011)

STRIDE SIMULTANEOUSLY SAME LEG
blink less frequently
with neon: consequence
stop hitting against bars
with blind experience
that do not exist
a chord of doubt?

plait her hair
with unknown yet bliss
she catches alluring whispers
sticks out stunted muscles for you
a dump of promises?

attitude to idle life is covered with
embroidered table cloth
like a bystander
i observe improvisation of pure intentions
pamper each other
but also your own bodies with flimsy shoulders
by whispering you accept in them
abstract concept of mutual attraction

Have you peeled off her fake eyelashes? (11th May 2011)

NOTHINGNESS LIBERATES
queuing for passion
nothing worse
than their constant sneaking out
breathless running in circles
disclosing anxiety

to stand in the face of utter failure
is something unbearably paralyzing
turn remorse into joke
sting
order you to go back to queue
for an application form

homeless lines of answers
erased tender words
suspension over option A, B or C

eventually you pretend a sudden surprise
when approved request learns the fear
towards own intuitions

second chance
jug of passionate promises
and protective ‘how could we know’
loosen up (12th May 2011)

BREED NEW SPECIES
me, accordion of solitude
resign in loud harmony of moans
from surplus of emotions

rustle of speech disturbs serenity
comes back cleaned, polished, well maintained
although trust worthy
i drop it in dusk of excitement
could fly into forbidden garden of fulfillment
with a cigarette smoke

land bareness colored with pencil
i clog up with seeds of anticipation
you sow with me
sprinkle like castor sugar
images of social sultriness

somewhere nearby as by chance
flows river of women faces
pours onto me chained body weight
i soak (with everyday life) (22nd May 2011)

MONTHLY EXPENCES
asphalt of despair
in circulation
supplies shadows with charm
refines a light of desire

too many liabilities and bills to pay
greed akin fire
devours shelves of common sense
who will get rid of foul stench?

we steal ordinariness crumbs to survive until end of month
tongue scatters budded serenity of sentences

powdered scars
embellish paragraphs
unfamiliar to us concept of justice
puts on anarchy monk’s frock
we spit towards forest of monsters
that only few were able
run away from (22nd May 2011)

BODIES UNSTITCHED ACROSS
we rub eyes from debris of sleep
resembles a mocker
in a cheeky way prevailing in heads

a drawn back fatigue curtain-
we cling to it
pray for a goodness painted over with white chalk

bite each other
leaving wounds
shall smile
when skillfully rinsed fright
dozes off
brands otherness
if tramples upon fought promises

ridges of own shadows
talk back with memorized text

vestured in senses
let’s greet another day (05th June 2011)

BODY MAP DRAW WITH HANDS
there was a moment
when on utterance desert
we froze in a pose of numbness
estranged by silence
absolve vagueness
skin not feeling a touch of hand

not even trying to be heard
love absorbs sorrows
like a soil summer rain
we have been changing colors – ashamed
still trying to be adamant

(nevertheless) loving came back on own terms
under pressure of hot breaths
enlivened succulent thoughts

carried forward tenderness of arms
was deeper inside us than expected

there are no reasons however
for heart to beat with raving pulse
do not let thawed craziness
to leave without goodbye
having lips moistened in delightful echo of feast-
having tasted, will come back for more (05th June 2011)

HUMAN BEING WILL FINISH US
we should look after ourselves
cause wicked tactics
continually sprout in minds

handful of vitamins
allows to discard
a black baby of mixed feelings
only where put it away

emotions are smoked out with cigarette
as not to look flimsy against other people
background draws mutual ‘wanting’.

we attain more good not showing off
since physical condition curses with wry face
on something we do with force (06th June 2011)

SPILLED PAINT OF DESPAIR
not seeing your face
is searching for myself
beneficial move of heart muscle
relief

with unnecessary conventions
this meant to be
kind words not untangle
barbed wire
around slimed sensations
it clung
stings in brutality
of primary intentions

lined with infinite trust
you arouse disgust
flesh lying supine
scars away in dramatic whiff

i’d love to pay
you barefooted could go away
same way came here
with tears count a sum
of spitted promises
chapped from calculating lips
whisper how bad i burn with evil

spread or fold my hands
for a peace of mind (28th June 2011)

A DANCER
she collided with reality
head – on
archeology of sadness
with bruises

bubble of blissful ignorance burst
fermented tomato juice

as from heaven
obscene words fallen down
hitting its innocent construction
with avalanche of insults

chapter where enveloped in violence moments
electrify
she looks from under curtain of lashes
tears off dead skin from the patches
which cannot be repaired

prosthesis does not hurt as much
as implies (29th June 2011)

FILL IN LIFE NOT WITH TAKING BUT GIVING FOR WHAT WAS TAKEN
there is nothing wrong in being like everyone

get stuck in everyday life
tumble down
put heads into gas stoves
leave stamp of bad choices on kids
bleed profusely on operational table
fall off success acrobatic line directly onto mattress of shame
throw under trains
land with loud smack on pavement
take for truth newspaper’s falsity
suspend between scream and silence
stigmatize difference because of fake morality
deform in order to succeed

most valuable memories
are reflected in drops of sweat
they differentiate us (29th June 2011)

SADNESS SAT NEXT TO HER EYELIDS
mother poured into you
jug of tender words
warm like milk
fed with a simple word
so could never get hungry

doubt in your eyes
was shaking her soul
like on a hard frost
trying to catch a breath
she was choking with your shadow

breath strangled by breath
buries coldly expressed pride
broken bottles cut doormats
yet fresh injuries
shine with an arctic cold
you are left with sentiment
of crying over spilled milk (05th July 2011)

JULY CONFITURE
when july is gone
a head will be full of memories
fragile like eggs

insincere life versions
sweat
after taking a sip of raspberry syrup
lose sharpness on content

grass sways
undoes some fancy maneuvers
drills steadily into whisper

touch of sheerness
enclosing a narrow road section
runs through quickly

wind dries hands
closes them on any craving
counts another months of harvests (08th July 2011)

MOST ORDINARY THING
lost yesterday melancholy
on platform
series of events

handle without them

straggle with thoughts
wrap them up in pancake shape
and grow flabby in suspension posture
someone’s lips opened up on that process
future began circulating inside
senses soaking up with aroma of existence
you finished wrapping up
echo of sighs will eventually stop

on survival station
torn ticket lightly flutters in tunnel (16th July 2011)

GET DRUNK FROM A BITTER WORD
shadow is my ally
with steps in darkness
i mark my way to everlasting hours
hair tangled in anger
are combed in a pony tail
i seize to the back any uncertainty

cunning smirk trying to sit on my shoulder
got stuck between us
wants to be lured with lies
take them!

moistened whispers
similar to the washing
hang outside
when get dried
we will make another attempt for loving (17th July 2011)

WAKE UP IN A MIST OF FEELINGS
last night angels were not watching us
sandwiches with bacon left out
started becoming stale in a deep disappointment

for fear of encore
we closed down all life performances
will be exposed to vanishing process

conscience although clean
rummages in bin of doubts
goes through day left overs
a scared helplessness kneeled down
filling in a line of lips with lyrical groan
has frozen over daylight scrap

sky was covered with soft feather pillows
difficult to see
easy to weave a curtain
that could shut off weeping eyes

if all this was just a joke
we can change sandwiches
from bacon onto cheese (04th August 2011)

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