8 march 2018
What Went Wrong?
In twilight,
the noose tightens─
and shadows start walking
towards you; to reclaim
your anonymity─
and declare in deadpan manner:
the author is dead.
Your smallness goes
on sale. You are subjected
to scrutiny by the small print, but
the truth escapes from lidless eyes.
A private punishment.
There was blood on the knife.
Why did you write a
sanguinary poem for your savior today?
14 march 2025
jeśli tylko
14 march 2025
ajw
13 march 2025
marka
13 march 2025
marka
13 march 2025
marka
13 march 2025
marka
13 march 2025
marka
13 march 2025
wiesiek
13 march 2025
absynt
13 march 2025
Jaga