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Fourth morning

October 17, 2013

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Fourth morning

Already after sleeping, old bastard
You bore in your mission hole
Greenlandwhales’ heart how mad
You have sweaty both palms

Or then Poznan, or Bieszczady
Their thoughts engrave – reptiles
Morning fourth, fourth morning
Bang on hay maybe

Make mattress with girl there
This is better from grey vodka!
(or)
Hit horse sharp whip
Be for him mister, executioner

Go out on balcon, look in star
These drives will finish maybe?
Sleep Soldiering, bury corpse
Let torrid heat for soul will is!

ZEW

P. S. For My father, Richard. He had problems from sleeping after nights also. It would not be me differently. He would have 82 years today.

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From → Blogging, Katowice, Poetry

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