NEW POLISH WRITING
the misery and foolishness of my stomping in a circle
from the misery and foolishness
of your squeezing your way through a bus
pressed against the counter of the impossible
finding a place in that crush of bad moments
life in a mortal embrace On both
sides of that border
the grey pigeons of our notes
rise awkwardly take flight on weak wings
peck in search of a crack
fall into nets
with news of my life and yours
A PICTURE
The little captain
with the puffed-out cheeks
sits and chides
the professor of philosophy
standing in front of him
for not turning out the lights
at twenty three hundred hours
The captain is displeased with the professor
and orders the reprimand
entered in his record
DREAMING AND AWAKE
Awake I am here
in the barbed wire viscera of this winter In my dreams
I visit other times and landscapes
But more often now when I fall asleep
I am still here
between a lake frozen white
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