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AND WHAT NOW
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And what now I am thinking about how under cigarettes stinking blanket you have brushed aside hair from my face You said what you should And clenched Tight on my tight. I didn’t even think that later arm will be completely numb, for three days i can feel the smell of your glued hair And I think that this is the way my present should smell Even if it’s all unfair and there is no reason at all for this because you were given a reason by digested alcohol be a robber because each of us has something to lose and I do not even know what’s with hematoma on your neck You’re a very fragile man
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Today I’m somewhere in between that dying junkie and that New York whipster who would like to have a Coke And all in all I’d rather be in San Sebastian even in the orange shirt
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And the weather is nice You do not have to take us home Or take a moldy taxi Like stiff, little worms And still some snow Come
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11 There is nothing but this, where we are now, and where we will be tomorrow. In the evening,we can go to E,maybe we will meet with someone else. It all goes byvery quickly. There islittle snow outside. It’s not melting for two days. On the balcony freezes sheets. Let it freezes
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I got a message today About how much we both have suffered Time and life have always been very gracious to us Somehow we never managed to be happy Fairy on TV once said, killing relationship is the karmic connection The time that has passed since our first meeting is almost a quarter of my short life, today I realized that You are very needed piece of my misery I’ll meet you always During steamy weather, somwehere in the world
snow 15 It’s a very quiet afternoon despite local hospital ambulances are quiet a bit of snow and all that shit in me Ute groans Weill I do not know why I dreamed of all that things I think it’s about time a cup of tea, put on socks and see if there is something left
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Hi The problem is not our breakfasts at noon. I think it’s not even My most basic escape deeper under the pillow You know I’ve never been specifically grateful for wholeourlife Let’s further do what we do
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Hi, we are fags Small metal morons Not practiced degeneration of the spine There is nowhere to run The air escapes from our herebeing It is all one sand