Going on vacation in my spaceship to the moon
I'll call you from the station, but don't expect me soon
I'll probably stay the weekend, might even stay a week
When I'm all through playing "let's pretend" in the Land of Make Believe
I'll probably orbit Jupiter and build a sand castle on Mars
Then I think I'll take a cruise through Orion's Belt of stars
I'll go find the Tomb of Major Tom
I'll figure out how it all went wrong
I can't lie I might be gone long
Long gone
And when I've got these dealings done
I'll set a course straight for the sun
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Planet Earth is blue and it's all because of you.

You whom I could not save
Listen to me.
Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another.
I swear, there is in me no wizardry of words.
I speak to you with silence like a cloud or a tree.

What strengthened me, for you was lethal.
You mixed up farewell to an epoch with the beginning of a new one,
Inspiration of hatred with lyrical beauty,
Blind force with accomplished shape.

Here is the valley of shallow Polish rivers. And an immense bridge
Going into white fog. Here is a broken city,
And the wind throws the screams of gulls on your grave
When I am talking with you.

What is poetry which does not save
Nations or people?
A connivance with official lies,
A song of drunkards whose throats will be cut in a moment,
Readings for sophomore girls.
That I wanted good poetry without knowing it,
That I discovered, late, its salutary aim,
In this and only this I find salvation.

They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds
To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds.
I put this book here for you, who once lived
So that you should visit us no more.

There was once a girl who fell madly in love.
Deeply in love with the wrongest of wrongs
the songest of songs
the longest of longs.

Her legs once so stable
collapsed and fell through.
Like mush mashed potatoes,
like nothing she knew.

This innocent girl,
alone and in love.
Made a promise to herself
she wouldn’t give up.

So though she loved wrongly,
though her man kept her safe,
she wanted to run,
run out of this place.

Her true love was not hers.
He was out with some other.
So she prayed and she willed
to be his new lover.

She neither cared that it wrong,
nor that it was lame.
For this was true love
to her not some game.

But this love she loved wrongly,
he just couldn’t see,
that her love was for only
the girl she could be.

He wanted them both,
but wanted his more.
For if he truly loved her
he’d be at her door.

So now she sits lonely.
She sits without any.
She lost her own dear
'cause she wrongly loved many.

Silent
Can't you hear me breathing?
The rain will fall soon
Because you promised

Silent
I don't miss the conversations
content with a smoke under the stairs
this life is lawless
Because you said so

Shout
Someday someone will hear
the marks and traces we left in this world
but to feel the tip of your fingers
Is enough for now

I've been watching elderflowers bloom and die
all summer
been living in the cupboards of this house
like a scavenger

The cats due to their immense independence
come and go
I try to convince them not to leave me alone
calling and bribing

If you sit on the bench by the door you'll hear carhorns
vaguely distant
I shut my eyes and pretend to live in a dream world as
reality hits me

And I bury myself in the grass and the blossoms
smelling dewdrops
as I pull my fingers trough the soil and the gravel
I wrap myself in solitude

I lay down on the covers and listen
to the sound that wood makes when it moves
when it moves so slowly you can barely notice
as spiders crawl on the soles of my feet
they move unashamed like the
Lepisma saccharina
commonly known as the enemy
or silverfishes
under my floorboards

I have got no meter
it makes me write like a renegade dropout
smoking outside the doors of
junior high
but this is not poetry I write
it's testimonies
of how I looked further and never found
much of anything

I'd sweep quietness away with one sudden movement
like when smoke disperses
with a waving hand I can expel
all that is wrong like if I
broke the best china and saw the violets
in pieces of porcelain on the floor but
I know that silence is thick and
nothing ever breaks against linoleum