Karol Chmel Poems

and
in coffee: future: disintegrating
cube of sugar

infernus: my memory, mirror
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a beer from alena
(thirty and four)
waiting for foam
to collapse
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dandelion from eva
(turned seventeen)
waiting ‘til it ripens
for the wind
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In my own room
I was walking over the bottom, peeping under mirror,
bringing shadows into light, wiping dust
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This man still insists on hope,
drinks water from his palms, falls on grass,
he learns abc, counts on his fingers
again, smiles
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the tongue, raw meat.

Fights of gnostic with flowers,
quadrilateral circles,
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I lie too
(as though I was a poet)

from dzyan
madam blavatsky
up to cantos
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irrational weapons:
sextant, compass and the sixth sense

moorings under trees
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water rises to the surface smiles
i have my dreams you your dreams
neither does Leibniz know how to cope
with the best of all possible worlds
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