Jan Nowak Poems

Cruel predicament swinging above a flush bowl
Winter Distress in the walls Promising to heal wounds
As if the beams of light started to crack the window frames
As if the escitalokokotina started to throw stones in my windows
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we wanted to meet, two souls alike
same same, but different,
separated through time, through experience
bonded by similar ideological convictions, similar mental landscapes.
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Stranded in isolation
I am tired
Within indoctrination
Predigested feelings of joy
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