Few translated poems from my last poetry book called: Speak (Mów). All texts translated by Olga Mysłowska.

determine

I’ll say lean closer closer come on lean

you must lose weight throw out some stuff

stuff: what do you need that for

what do you need that for, for what for this? leave go away abandon chuck away

run around skinny and naked run run out of money run out of words

wipe them off your mug and keep fasting

what are you saying what am I saying I’m saying it to make it straight

it to make it straight do you hear

propose to that girl do the right thing

everyone here is waiting do it on her birthday

take up a job that will win you respect and manhood

define yourself

choose a grammar of garments

first of all straight lines sharp creases

you’re never gonna be like a knife

if you carry on using speech

I’ll give you a lotion

your skin will become firm and hard

later you’ll know where to buy it

it makes you glitter in the sunlight

in the light of one and only sun,

you might not get lost in the moonlight, though

it’s easy

architect’s line drawn on the table

drawn with such confidence

or was it

was it

wringle your brain like a sponge

rinse

repeat twice

train yourself

your penis not used at all train it

train your longitudes and latitudes

you are the train you got your own trail

the racing train that kills deer

if you look from a hilltop the train seems dead

you see nothing but steel

nothing but armour and coldness

but for me your engine room holds no secrets

all you have to know

is in which pipe the heat goes

open

open my computer

see the parcels

copy them from disc c to disc d

yes

yes

another key: cut

now go back

enter the desktop

and again

find my computer

main catalogue c

main catalogue c

program files

adobe

adobe photoshop

plugins

yes, plugins

paste

enter the patch catalogue

have a look around

now press crack

press crack

and ok

the face

Your face, my love, I want to see it speed

torn by an endless scream

and please exercise

the deepest nooks of your wrinkles

fly, just fly

never focus, stay blurred,

crack up and crumple

and your insides itch

and your guts they grunt

let your pet out

kick the security out of the auditorium

out of the blue

yesterday I tanned while chasing a bus

I was looking for a job

when I turned around briskly

and found one

in myself

no salary

commuting

there and back again

so I hear

crawling though the context

raisin’ the standards ever higher

and lo: a red light

the raisin of existence

to be the slings and to be the arrows

to be outrageous fortune

to be to take arms to be against

to be a sea of troubles

to be opposing to be end to be them

the face utters a constitution of two letters

unanimously enacting

n o

your face, my friend, so focused

your face, my friend, hidden on high

we lift up our hearts and make it ascend

and fulfil its duty

bound nature

little wee doggy

little wee leash

little wee walkies

holding little wee hands

among the leaves

yesterday

an accident

we leave

we come back

yesterday

the weather

little wee hour

playing half-life two

today

little wee ducky

little wee minikin

to the reefer two

among the little wee leaves

little wee rays

into the little wee eyes

into the little wee nails

little wee walkies

little wee leash little wee doggy

and the huge swollen bollocks

really enormous

bound with the little wee leash

shrapnels

in the middle of the city we renounced our names and everything got quiet

the cars surrendered and opened their trunks

the skyscrapers surrendered and left the crime scene

we fell

to have rest

in the middle of the city we plotted an attempt

to break

the far-reaching consequence moved far away

for the better

everything escaped us we forgot

to widen the horizon we focused

on ever cheaper details:

positions rungs

between the buildings

in the field of firing clearances

we saw the forthcoming promotion

to the black hole 

to the black hole – nevermore

please, no

don’t you ever go to the black hole

never again

never ever

to the hole never to the black

drain the water form your sink

a utopia might sink there

don’t be out of your depth

plunge lightly from the highest floor

poof start the engine

a smile so radiant

shining like spare coins

it’s so hot

I’ll run into a wet rag

the family is melting in the air

sediments in the bathtub

drip drop

into the sewage

the sewage won’t assuage

the drain won’t dull the pain

never again

never again

I keep my word

more or less, I’m there

journey

I went 100 miles far because I wanted a swimming pool

and skinny dipping and alone

my chair sucked me in I needed no inn no host

no useless corrective positions

in the very middle

of locomotion towards you

anybody there?

so long

for so long I went on strung out

we ran out of plaster and the taste

of my father got depilated off my bosom

only old cables survived

pandering furniture and cannibals

let your hands shiver with fever

shiver with fever

of the Saturday night

draw me closer to your back pocket make me moister

draw me closer to your back pocket make me moister

come closer make me moister

I went away for 100 grand

and nothing happened

we ran out of booze when she broke loose and

right off my bosom wiped my father’s taste

broken chords

meaningless voices stuck in the throat

itchy and neglected

gentlemen

professor, sir

I won’t call you or come when you’re on call

I’d rather let them cut me up

I’ll be cutting I’ll be sharp

and as well I may not come

to you

master I won’t come because

I don’t believe in thinking

no sir, the mind would rather be sinking

now let us give one another a can of crispy peas

go and crease your ganglia

I got softened by a high-pitched tone

its volume pierced me to the bone

got sickened by a bulky volume

got saddened by a joyless home

deprived of dance they’ll soon be gone

and

this face I will sulk out of it without any loss of spit

warsaw diesel

I walk one foot after the other – thump

I find petroleum - jump

cuffs made of pavement

shirts made of asphalt

hide many a treasure

now take it

take it deep

take a breath in

take a breath out

under the surface all the air goes down there

debris lives under the surface

cannonballs under the surface

ancient meat under the surface

it’s out of debris missiles walls

that they make the best tar

mass

machine

metropolis

tar

I’m walking away

‘cos everyone’s gone on holiday

I’m going away

‘cos everyone’s walked away on holiday