"radzi" poems
Everytime I close my eyes,
Sunday afternoon comes to mind.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
there is only white noises.
The Sunday in my head is always sunny;
rarely it rains.
When it rains on Sunday,
I am reminded of school uniform;
sweaty and sticky,
but it is still Sunday.
Everytime I close my eyes,
I can smell Sunday.
The smell of Sunday in my head—
consists of jasmine, pandan, and milk.
The Sunday in my head rarely rains.
When it rains, it smells like **** and soil.
The sunny side of my Sunday is not always bright—
and my wet Sunday is not always gloomy.
Everytime I close my eyes,
I see myself tracing Sunday.
I run my fingers through the odds of—
possibilities and the ambience of the present.
You see, I cannot imagine anyone but myself—
in my Sunday.
Everytime I close my eyes,
I see no one.
Everytime I close my eyes,
I see silhoutte of myself.
Everytime I close my eyes,
I see myself leaving trails.
Everytime I close my eyes,
It was all in my head all along.
Blessed with the odds,
my Sunday goes by very slowly;
so slow sometimes I caught myself in turbulence.
From violent shower to the still lake,
I avoid meeting myself on the foreground.
If I ever crossed path in the middle,
I would be non-existent;
none of this would matter,
and there will never be my Sunday.
Sarah Radzi
In Between Four Walls,
19.08.2018,
01:56
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
bo po ci Łacinie niet łatwo? tzn. łewo? to po co huj znać polschen!? a... huja darmo.
it's an "alternative" - or it's an
~alternative: a hypher-inflated
(see how the conjunction
reverse skipped? ski ski scalp?!)
the germanic peoples are so:
quasi! they...
you feel Asiatic?!
then why the ****
are you squirming?
Pogana Syn...
piszem to jem spokojny...
a tym, czerp co?!
huja w windzie!?
głowa wisiąca w stajni?!
grob twe matki
na: pochybel!
i to: stos!
gwar i rydzyc kto i
szto... hujah skor:
na Krem wasz; Pan:
ŚCZ! - jew! say the rest,
what's missing? I!
widzi? o! ser myj "blady"...
nad sejm...
bo niby 'ski...
o pats ty! niby nie!
se: gavron na sto
radzi! ha ha ha...
bydle skuf-wyryte!
a tu smakiem:
szemlać? tak ?
daj chlopu schować:
co dar ziemi chce zabrać...
ty chańbo, ty srokim zgiem:
by dać Ukraine w baw: chowanego:
oddać!
tyś! Azjatyk...
a czym ti zapomni: tym ci ja:
przypomne!
pełzag: Y, I, J -
klątw i hubris zza dnia:
na codzień -
o nie...
ty po polsku będziesz mi mówić
z pod nóg...
i ja ci nad glowa ci pendem nad
glow...
a wskarz ani pier ani po:
bedzie wart prawd;
co mi tam:
ink rusujy jeno: bleh... cyli germana
blah... cyli: ь... ali to: niewigoda!
zed miszem tlo?
ah... harcik! harcik! myszem zle!
no kaza-g'nock... miszem sto razy źle!
funny, isn't it? punctuating from
above?
you can't reflect on this but
you can ingest a Kandinsky?!
i'll say it a second time:
if i need to acquire a fascination with
IKEA manuals... i'll tell you!
p.s. a lesson in:
how you counter learning the alphabet.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC