990 km

the coffee is brewing in the silver kettle
the air whistles
whistles goodmorning
whissssssstles
i haven't packed my shoes
the flowers i do not water
i forgot again...
the key got lost in the wardrobe
the clock must be mistaken
and my freaky ticket hidden somewhere here
the coffe is brewing
i whistle ..

cherriesh red

it's getting cherriesh red here
it's getting yelowish around
you're falling...sometimes apart
maybe you're not..i am too high
the crazy little chick
is knocking on my door
the crazy old old witch
is painting on my walls
the cats went dancing tonight
the red-yellow eyed cats
the ciggar
i am smoking still tastes like cherries
it tastes red red red
it's getting berriesch red here
lemon yellowish around
the time was eaten away
an hour has gone between pages
the time was bitten off
the time was eaten

grey spectrum till indigoo

mój cień nie zna szekspira goethego ani dali różniczkowe rachunki czy terorie spisku nigdy nie zaprzątały jego groteskowej głowy obserwuje mnie tylko bezoką twarzą rozciągając sie kurcząc chudnąc zmniejszając w mojej torebce sie chowa pod moje stopy ucieka mój cień nie zna kolorów w spektrum szarości przekracza próg brązu choć marzy mu się indigo indigo turkusy miętowe zielenie mój cień tańczy, skacze ze słońcem z żarówkami się goni w kałużach upija się tuż nad ranem w porannej kawie pływa mój cień nie zna czasu a jednak starzeje się ze mną może tylko z grzeczności a może bo tak wypada a może a może ze strachu przed przyklejeniem do obcasa przed przyszyciem do sznurówki a czasem..czasem w ciemnosci.. on znika ucieka chowa sie pod poduszki

my shadow knows no shakespeare no goethe no einstein nor dali neither differential calculus nor conspiracy theory have ever bothered his grottesque head he watches me only with the blinded face he stretches hides under my feet in my purse inside my tea bag my shadow knows no colors in the grey spectrum till the dark dark brown and he'd like to be indiiiigo indiigooo he wishes to be my shadow plays his all life with sun with light bulbs in the puddles he's getting drunk early in the morning already in my morning coffee he swimms my shadow knows no time yet he's still getting old with me he thinks it would be polite maybe even required he doesn't run away didn't have to sew it to my feet but sometimes...when it's realy dark.. he just disappeares

tralala roses are red violets are blue

rosy foamy cloudy spooky
waiting up at my door
without a key without my hat
windy ..is getting 'tween my creamy thoughts
the garden swings are swinging
blue-ish forget-me-nots
are keeping a yellow eye on him on me
are yellowing an eye on me
splashy puddle rosy cloudy
the cat meows into my ear
when the world inside out- upside down
overturned overbowled
all over all around and in my head

sweetilicious

it got sticky here
and the moon was mooning so strong
it got creamy here
with cherry on top
like the unpacked christmas gift
it got creamy here
it got warm ans sweetilicious
the moon was mooning the way home

birds birds! is all we heard before she flew away

i got me some wings
some wings to fly outside there
under the green green sky
i got me some wings
i got me some trouble
extactly the kind of trouble i need
i got me some
i got me some
i got me some air to breathe
the black- headed man
the green-eyed girl
outside there by the window ledge
i got me a crow
i got me a black black cat
so it would mieow so it would purr
i got me some wings
i got me some wings to fly
to fly outside there..upon somewhere
i got me some wings
i got us some wings to fly

johnny johnny boy

Oh Johnny Johnny boy
she meets you each friday at 10
you keep your secrets close just like your enemies
polichinelle is mocking at you
you're drinking bourbon delighted
Oh Johnny Johnny boy
your parents have not given you
heroic brave great name
they named you without expecting
the deeds of valour nobility aristocracy
Oh Johnny Johnny boy
what are you longing for
the pirats had their gold
Romeo his Juliette
your tankard is half full once
half empty other time
Oh Johnny Johnny boy
what about you wouldn't i forget
I'd like to rubber you out
paint pink make soft
blue eyed sad sad boy
Oh Johnny Johnny boy
the farce would start from beginning
insane is a cheap hooker
so the love is..
Oh Johnny pitiful Johnny boy