JAK WIERSZ

Nie chcę tak żyć
Z uśmiechem przyklejonym
Do wnętrza twojej dłoni

Nie chcę tak leżeć
W bezruchu
Wyścielając ci wnętrze kielicha

Cicha
I zimna
Winna

Moczyć twą twarz na siłę dłonią
I kłaść się spać
I musieć wstać

Nie jestem tym
Co mówię
Ani tym
Co robię
Kłamię sobie samej w twarz

I Tobie
I Ciebie

Nie chcę
Bo nie chcę
Pluję powietrzem
Już teraz wiesz

Nie jestem tobą
Osobą
Ani obok

Jestem
Jak wiersz...

IDENTITY

And she felt you
I fell for you

Sky has stopped to move
The Earth again desists to turn
As I still lie
Without a lie
She just denied to come and burn

Down in the abyss of deepest hell
She lies and sighs for you
To be right there
Dried
Ex to her...

And in the bottom of the hell
I pray for you to dwell nearby

And I and her
We feel the same
Rolling those stones the same steep hill
She writes you poems
I paint your face
And her and I
We lie and cry...

We clasp in palms same eyeless dolls
Barefeet we stroll
We call your name...

Both we were born same year
Same day
Same minute gave as jetblack hair

We've seen your sins
I pinned the doll
She holds my hand so I won't run
The floor I touch turns into sand
She has refused to fall no more

And her and I
We sit and die...

THE GIRL WITH A SHAM ROCK RING

Shamrock, Shamrock
What have you done to me?
You taught me to be
You forced me to write
You told me to paint
To stand for what I believe in

And why would you leave me
Alone
With this green faith of mine?

Four-leafed and out-lined...

Shamrock
What did you do to my bed?
Stretched alike canvas on a frame
I lie
With my skin painted over
I await

Shamrock, Shamrock
Blind me with all those Worlds and Words
Of other colours and scents
Exchange my withered eyelids
For your petals of green

Reminiscence I beam

Shamrock
Who could you match me with?
Are his shoes suede?
Does he know how to dance?
Would he keep palming goblets off on me?

Shamrock, Shamrock
I'm painting my beliefs
In thousands shades and shapes
Then all alone I'm lying prone
On my bed of velvet sweat

And there is him
Handing another goblets of faith
Into my palm
Until I faint

I lie by staircase
Where him and I
Merge into one
And then he's gone...

And yet there comes another he
Another stairs
Another case

And yet again
I come and faint
And yet again
I paint and paint

Sham rocks
I wear upon my hands
And sham I
Whatever I touched
Sham became

Lovers and Friends I plead no guilt!

Sham rocks
They're throwing at my face!