23 january 2017
Raging Spring
Siblings
will take care of the morgue.
I am going to hang my god
today. Howling winds
are crashing into my breath.
In the sea
of flags, the white death walks on
naked bodies of faith. Innocence
will take a back seat
listening to the roaring assault
of blues.
Was it a hymn to drink
the religion of rage?
The men sitting in the glass vases
worshiping the rising sun in awe
with folded hands.
12 september 2025
wiesiek
11 september 2025
wiesiek
9 september 2025
absynt
9 september 2025
ajw
9 september 2025
Jaga
8 september 2025
ajw
7 september 2025
jeśli tylko
6 september 2025
wiesiek
5 september 2025
ajw
5 september 2025
Jaga