dance miniature #1

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A buildup of hand over hand
quickly climbing a phrase, taking eyes for a ride
until a soft overflow into falling right angles
meanders a nest among hips.
Crawl out birdy Spanish fingers
pulling a blade out, inside out,
aligning in a long swift cut --
and retracting traces like an afterthought...
when snappily reminded, body turns:
and legs deal out the parallel,
threadly sustained.

to-do list

to-do list

to-do list: done
see attached
your focused look
digesting a technique
your silhouette in the mirror
a metaphor
of the dance going on
in your mind

patterns that bind you in my mind's eye
are like words of praise
not really describing anything
just expectant

attentiveness is
a nuanced dance
to-do: much more

[cisza] / [silence]

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cisza --
polna mysza
umywa uszy
i szyje dalej


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[translated: June 16, 2011]

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silence!

harvest mice

stop to listen

then sail away

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[update: May 30, 2019]

Originally I used "sew away" above, to match the Polish version semantically.

confused

confused

I am sent from a book
to change history,
yours perhaps,
but I got trapped in this
subspace buffer.

Forgive me
the personifying I
the illusion of time
that lets us speak
but what other tools do we have
than to paint an angry brow
on actor's face
than to let rainbow scatter
a mosaic of stained facsimiles
glued by unpretty wax.

I've seen your anger
sparking life
in the delta quadrant.
There is a wormhole
out of the cave.

shameless

shameless

I thought today
there's nothing hidden about me
no undiscovered tenderness of embrace
no passion inside my mouth
some naked body

I thought today of writing this
poem I'd be ashamed of

a duty has dragged me out
of the walls
and has thrown me
into your smile

[who I am]

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Who is possible
How to dare
Where do you wait for me
A green leaf trembles
at an anvil of desire
that hardens the question
How to create the place
that's your own

The paths flourish into life
beyond comprehension


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who I am

I'm curled into a ball. All of me.
A coil of rope thrown under the deck.
The flickering of a lighthouse. A storm.
I am a burning sun. A red cliff.
I am what's tensed of a muscle.
A wet sweat. Your sweat. His sweat.
I am a river. You swim in me.
I flow through a green valley.
I am in her love to her little son.
In his voice loud and firm, I hear
my growing up.
I lose myself in despair
and I am the living on.

[original]

ultimate qualia

ultimate qualia

there's a silence between our kind and their kind
difficult to cross
verbs that cannot be shown
nouns that hardly fit joints

there's a longing that fills limbs
to the limits of their possibility
a love that tells a nuanced story
of patterning spans
owning space
gaining time

there's an awareness

an embodied relationship