… he hanged himself
On something appropriate or wasn’t it a boiler
pipe
Rafał Wojaczek, The End Of The World
people think poems fall down from trees like manna
they don’t see that the poet runs in wet shoes
that he takes the bus and punches his ticket
to them it seems I live off vodka
and I feel like saying all those words to every woman
who does not believe me anyway but won’t surrender herself otherwise
how about Wojaczek following me everywhere
recently to the barber’s
and huge argument since I won’t pay for him
and he stole two lines from me
only because he was born earlier
and that’s no reason anyway
the only thing I have in common
with this motherfucker as he skittishly called himself
is that boiler pipe
and people think poems fall down from trees like manna
and they don’t see that the poet runs in wet shoes
somewhere at the end of that boiler pipe