untied shoelaces
black steel toes
standing on the sidewalk
not wet nor dry
just cold
I look behind myself
shadows of new trees
cracks and holes
all around
I see my reflection
as smoke floats closer to my eye
a tear slides across my face
a blurred image of a painting
4 pillars of light
1 hardly glowing star
I ignore the rest
and unwillingly head towards myself
I look in the window of an old car
I look at the window of my room from a distance
I look around myself
I look at the street lamps
I look at the colorful night sky
I look at the wet sidewalk
I go for a walk
I listen to the leaves following me
I take a sip from an almost empty glass
I inhale death
and it feels good
the saddest story ever told
my tears pause
pouring fire in paradise
a moment lost in time
lipstick left over from her kiss
a glass of vodka
near my lips
when am I not drinking?
too often
perfect 17
not sweet nor bitter
just for me
in between
I see mountains ahead
which I alone will not pass
the sun fell under
slowly
the candles will melt
soon
In the middle, purgatory
Wet and warm
A touch, hard and salty
Melts in your mouth
Drips on your body
Irritated throat and breasts
Running lower, stimulating
The infernal paradise
Bleeding purely
The sweetest liquid
Swallowed seed
Dances, poisons sinners
There, sense
On the other side, love
Both everlasting
And there
Stand I
Women over art
Sin and rape
There
Stand I
Reaching towards me is the
everlasting hope of
yet to come
holy arms
From my mind
or from my mouth
I can hear a light of purity
as soft
as my girls flesh
We raised the bluest sky.
We swam by countless burning faces.
We flew by screams of blood.
...
For a moment I thought I was in Poland;
among their cloaks.
Cloaks of the dead.
Replaced Existance
I have heard you speak
Your wisdom,
You were right
And we were wrong;
I have seen
What you have led to be,
We were blind
To the things you seek
Now
There is nothing left
To do
Or say
I have wasted my time
Thrown my last chance
Away;
I've lost grip
Lost faith
Lost all,
I am guilty
Of murder
And more;
I can bleed
But never cure,
I can't listen
I can't see
I can't feel
I am bleeding
And my wounds
Will never heal.
R.F.M.
gdzies
wyrzucone daleko
rosnie
by powrocic
gdzies
po przeciwnej stronie
walczy
by miało gdzie powrocic
tam
gdzie cisza roztrzasa sumienia
lezy kamien
i placze
a na nim
siedzi sobie
lacznik
czeka na
moje wyrzucone daleko
i jego po przeciwnej stronie
znajda sie
jutro
The Elevator
Doorman standing,
Bell rings.
Slowly
The door swings.
You walk through;
Bag in your hand,
Left arm weaves freely.
Elevator a waits,
Opens at your approach;
You gently press 39.
The door starts to shut,
Creeping noises;
And a man rushes
Just in time
Stretches,
Reaches
And gets in with you;
He looks just like me!,
A little more tanned;
He looks you over
And turns away;
13th,
He gets off.
You and me again;
The elevator ticks
Through every floor,
It ware's down at 37,
……38…… ding!
39th,
Doors slide side to side;
Click, clock, click and clock!
Your high heels
As you exit.
You glance back
At my direct
Current Residence: Mississauga, Ontario, Canada Favourite cartoon character: Gargamel Personal Quote: "Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live."
Favourite Visual Artist
Stefan Zechowski
Favourite Movies
Lost In Translation; Lolita; Eyes Wide Shut; Irréversible; Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Stills; Tom Waits; Myslovitz; Korn; Leonard Cohen
Favourite Writers
Rafal Wojaczek; Charles Bukowski
Tools of the Trade
black pen/black notebooks/Canon GL2/Minolta film camera/darkroom
Other Interests
film; poetry; music; paintings; photography; history