this transmission

Picked at midnight

By a ray of light

Coming from a sky

White circle on a dark

parking lot

Abducts a stay cat

(and a bunch of fleas)

Several moths

Come and take a look

I’m just learning how to cook

Boil in anger, freeze in fear,

simmer in melancholy

C’est le mot de la siècle

Don’t dare to say it out loud

Or it will lose power and

Make us all wait

Let’s stay up all night

Watch the starry sky of empty ceiling

Silent rustle of lamp post outside

I hear dust quarrelling under my bed

Letters in books chasing their own tails.

Electric sockets humming themselves to sleep

There is a book

I read once

it was titled “Horizon”

I don’t remember the author

Nobody heard about it

And I cannot find it anywhere

Years ago I concluded that

I’ve just imagined it

With all plot and characters

The title

And the author

I imagined myself reading it

and I imagined liking it

I imagined losing it

and searching of it

an anti-hole in my memory

Forgetting is scary

But scarier is to remember

Quietly we went to the lake

I put down my bike

(Ants loved it)

Water ran like crazy towards us

We kissed sunshine and air breathed us

My legs were working backwards

Sky was hitting my feet

There was sand above my head

Until lake jumped into me and drowned

Tyle nas było

я больше не хочу играть

nie dane nam było zabrać

Try not to think too much

It’s an exhausting task

With very meagre results

Loop your memories

To the present event

Obsess about the future

And above else - avoid like plague asking Why?

Pigeon black hole

Sucking in all church bells

Their sound going to a screeching halt

Drowned in silence

I like my coffee

Like my metal

Steaming hot

Roaring black

Kiss it lightly

Pillow, pillow in my grip

Please tell me

Pernicluar at the window

Of opportunities

Slowly closing as I blink

Ideas bleeding out

to thermic death

Dream on

Hold on 

Come on

Amaranthyst

Shower thoughts in a can

I swish as the life passes by

Marnotrawstwo

Taki klimat właśnie

Naked and ready

Esceesis

I’m going to diesaseasease

Lower behold

Over what it’s cold

I measure thoughtfully

Namlulu

Work and 

humanity will be granted to you

Be successful 

and humanity will be granted to you

Make money

and humanity will be granted to you

Own property 

and humanity will be granted to you

Make profit

and humanity will be granted to you

Destroy what you can’t sell

and humanity will be granted to you

Destroy yourself

Embargo na słowa

“Kocham cię”

You cannot say it

Until you mean it

Merci beaucoup

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