WYDANE KSIĄŻKI WIERSZE RECENZJE STRONA GŁÓWNA NOWOŚCI KONTAKT KSIĘGA GOŚCI |
Poems from book How the little girls die bye-bye don't want to scare you but mom says that you'll go to hell for what you did to me and won't get a promotion I look now like a fattened-up barbie doll or like mickey mouse after a skull trepanation I wear glasses as big as sunflowers braids as slender as earthworms and pajamas patterned with fat ladybugs actually I'm still the same girl whose panties you took off but I'll no longer get faked out by such cheap moves as love death truth and the writing of poems flow, ebb I have a room with a view of the sea a bed which talks in its sleep sand in the underwear and ants in the bathroom do you know that the jellyfish resemble trampled hats and the children on the beach take them into their hands like apricot pudding shouting to their mothers hey evening snack coming up today I found a little shell shaped like your ear under a bridge a drunkard goes to sleep wrapped in a shadow life is salty and like netted fish each day we trash about less and less nausea sometimes on a bus I come upon men who smell like you then I come up closer and whisper thief my physician says it is not love but only a locomotive disease you too can become a general a boy who loves me went off to war took a cell phone with him and called from the front ...I dreamed of you today you didn't write poems instead you were so good like thick jam with bread I often sleep in the trenches as cold as your hands there's mud in my hair and I've a mouth full of sand... he who loves me went off to war which I unleashed -- kill him quickly because he calls too often - The Bottom I've been told so many times don't go through these woods because they might rape you and forget to kill you -- and you are like a drinking straw or a dried-up breeze a paper boat in a crumpled puddle -- so wretched and brittle that before fear devours you you will get to love it you will get to serve it and I enter these woods up to my neck like water I no longer feel the bottom and the good God swallows me like saliva |