Month: June 2022

dzień parszywy
zaszczuty
mordy  polityków wyłażą z ekranów, jak pluskwy ze ścian
miałem tu nie być a jestem połamany i zły
tu wszyscy
żerują na sobie w wilgotnym cieniu  pluskiew

z przyszłości pozostała tylko ostateczność
z teraz pozostały  schody
stąpamy powoli
do nieba maszyn z pamięcią
tam gdzie zaginął świat
pomiędzy paranoiami z wysokich miast
wysypiska ludzi płoną śmiercią
jakby wszystko nie miało końca
innego niż zaszczepienie i odszczepienie od źródła
człekokształtnej padliny życia

Lost on the side of the 11-mile road
should I persist?
or should I watch my shadow become one with this night
grow its teeth into the dark?
and what Word
if any
will help me find myself in the morning
if  this darkness never ends
and never ceases to amaze my soul?

Pilgrims pass me as if I were a stone
I am not
I am a road kill that says
“it will happen to you if you are not careful, son”
At the ninth mile now
It hasn’t always been that far
two more to go before I am done
with cruel lies I lived by
the pole broken under all hopes
a gentle breeze pushes dirt over the wounded ground

I saw this road
as leading somewhere
but it is desert
they say
the desert has no face

but it smiles back at me
with its canine teeth

wild side of the 11-mile road
I barely walk

let me put you under some roof
lonely man
in this state
you are your own enemy
you will say something to yourself
you shouldn’t hear from anybody
take my hand
it will lead you to a better place
down this empty road
some call it natural death here
but I can’t prove them wrong
otherwise, it is OK
to wander on the border
of sanity
spring is coming if you had the money
love too
isn’t that far
bring it to the table
whatever you have left
impress fate
by the way
you shouldn’t rest your head on a train track
and it is raining
I get drunk too
you don’t know my story
but I am twice your age
trust me
I worked harder than this
to lose my memory
and soul

so how did you get so lonely?
so early?
stand up
look fucker
they will call the police on both of us
I am illegal and
shit
you are high like there were no trains coming
or Monday