Poem.

What about?
About one day.
I can't remember
if you ever asked
I'll tell.

The day was warm and fuzzy
and Queen came by for some tee.
The trams were filled with young girls
and they wore lilies in their hair

The ice cream didn't melt
and the dog assumpted as well.

I wore your favorite dress
and high heels and panties and and..
Cheshire cat sang a lullaby
and the trees were made of chocolate..

And than you called me
I ran
to tell you what happened right away..

Achh you won't understand, will you?
You've never been there.

Museum of Superheroes

There are weapons
but no one is fighting.
No crimes were committed.
Nobody can fly.
There are costums
but who would wear those masks ?
No faces have to be hidden from the crowd.
The glove waited through the hand.
Antique fear covered with dust.
Custodian snores over the showcase
Tour guide repeats worn out phrase.
Behind bullet- proof glass
no one is being saved
and no sweat drops pearl.
In the museum of superheroes
no one screams and no one laughs
on a display the braveness dies
piece by piece
with world- class.

Friday. Sunny Friday.

Don't bother sleeping
if we can dance
if we can talk
my brother is painting dreams
over the river
beyond the see.
Don't bother sleeping
the time slips through the fingers
drops with ink tears
Don't bother.
stay with me
here..wide awake

nieb nieb nieb

Wszystkiego tyle
te metry i mile
anioły, kozioły
krzesła i stoły
Książki się pietrzą
przyprawy się pieprzą
mureny moreny i zboża
Koty i psoty
śniegi, stodoły
trawy i małe motyle
Wszystkiego niewiele
kościoły i pszczoły
różańce kagańce i młyny.
Odchodzą, przychodzą
buty się rozchodzą
jak ludzie...

Can I get a piece of garden?

There are no trees
growing inside off me
just some veins, arteries
maybe some tumor, or baby
Inside off my mouth
no branches bloom out
just an ordinary human tounge
with taste bulbs
I have no wings for I can not fly
I walk and torture my legs, my toes
In my head
there are no wars
no angels with shiny aureole
sitting on my shoulder
and God doesn't come by
for a chit chat
I bleed and sweat
don't suffer for nations
I also don't talk to the ghosts
One day I'll die
become a mouldy flesh
on the bones
but still...the tiny fact
like having a tumb
puzzling words up
in this funny inconvenient way
or abstract thoughts
makes me glow
out off the crowd...