Dearest Ewa

And I write of you

In full feeling

Full respect of love and history

That your memory stays in mind

While I move on forward

Maybe the roads are unforgiving

That I may trip and lose my way

But even so

Worse would I be

If I didn’t take them at all

I hope in the deepest ocean of your heart

You forgive me and understand

That the human condition

Wasn’t a disease I meant to have contracted

I signed a deal I wasn’t aware of

When I came here to breathe my first lungful of air

That I didn’t mean to hurt you

That you will always possess

A chunk of my heart

Power

I’m drunk off it

What I tell her to do

She’ll listen

Spread the legs

At the snap of a finger

 

Same as him

At the command of my voice

He’ll murder a man

For a mere bruise

And if you look at it a certain way

These are the foundations of a country

Coming into birth

With me at the helm

High

And I’m balling

I’m falling

Away into the sounds and clouds

To the mesh of colours

That push me this way and that

Laughing with me, at me

Me too, I’m laughing

Though I’m not sure what’s funny

Ready for the day I’m going to be born again

I’ll keep tripping over till I get that

Seven Days of the Week

The days will run on by us

No eye-contact, single-file

Mile by mile they will pass us

All the while we try to connect

Try to talk to the days that pass

While our flesh wrinkles

And eyes turn to dust

Our bodies, Collasping to the ground

Into heaps of bones

All the seven days stand around us

Wondering where the time went

The Promised Land

I hope it’s like they said

That the land has the softness

Of a thousand beds

That each blade of grass

Holds a field

That the rain massages you

And that you never go hungry again

That the food springs up from the ground

At a stomachs grumble