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30 me in 15 you

Posted on by Martyna

WHATEVER I DO, I THINK IT’S YOU/
30 ME IN 15 YOU

 

I went to the party and heard some nice music, I thought it was you

I opened a notebook to write a poem and I thought it was you

I saw a slice of orange in the dark blue sky and I thought it was you

I met a lonely cat on my way home and I thought it was you

I swang up and down before going to sleep and I thought it was you

I smelt black orchidea around my neck and I thought it was you

I washed my face with a cold water and I thought it was you

I went to bed leaving a candle next to my head and I thought it was you

I heard somebody’s steps approaching me and I thought it was you

Somebody undressed me and layed next to me and I thought it was you

Somebody kissed my sternum and breasts and I thought it was you

Somebody touched my hip-bone with a big hunger and I thought it was you

Somebody came into me and got lost and I thought it was you

Somebody grew inside me, painful and pleasant and I thought it was you
 

I wrote you a message: Whatever I do, I always think that it’s you.
You answered me: It wasn’t me. So, it wasn’t you.

Fuji

Posted on by Martyna

FUJI

 

They will take your picture again
In this kitschy sunset
Among monolithic cliffs and mists of smog
For a pretty Japanese postcard.
 

They will take your picture again
And will scan the iris of the eye,
There a lonely old man with burned legs
Looks through the window of his hospital room.
 

They will take your picture again
Colorful Fuji blocks
Immortalized in USB
Perhaps – first like a gay man,
Sad ly sipp ing mojitos.
 

They will take your picture again
A New Age story
So much blood on the keyboard
Maybe it’s just ironic
 

That after traveling all night through myspace
You only found a single star
Crumb ling with hardcore
Experimental screams
Of…

a soothing melody

Freud’s Dream

Posted on by Martyna

FREUD’S DREAM

 

In the jungle never were days barren of touching

panthers, cobras, tigers –

treading licking in golden frames.
 

A thick nectar pours from the depths of intoxication

with butterflies, dragons from the east it flies

away…
 

During your childhood you met many fantastic beasts

Lynx rubbed against your legs,

Snakes whispered sweet little words,

Adorned in scorpion beads.
 

During adolescence you began to shun your acquaintances

And learned to sleep with a loaded weapon under your pillow

All of your beloved having turned into

Monkeys bounding in wilderness.
 

When you became an adult, when it receded like a shadow

A shadow, having grown still,

You do not see dreams at all and sleep with a weapon

Placed at the end of your bed.