1... Poem by Jan Nowak

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
Prams are Kicking in
my head runnin away with joyful Siddharta

Wisterias sealing the threshold of the home
Scared to breathe in whenever I am returning to the family
Outside marauders of Vergesslichkeit
blazing during Lammas Nights
Secretive lynching mechanism
smashing the streets of Sarajevo
Do you think that you gonna be closer to me
when you hit me?

In the reflection of cracked Mosaics
bathrooms above the ….
STUDANKA TA NIKDY NELZE
sinking we play Hide and seek
self-pittifier is the Führer
Prayers within the morning cleaning rituals
merely Scrapped scars of Sorrows
nevertheless collaborant evil happily gibbering out of re-opened wounds


Out of despair looking for seeds of levandel
Which are sometimes dropped by the perspective of a bird
as a rescue packs
Lingering barefoot through Muds of Mordor
Instead of cleaning wounds with alcohol dropped by drones
Diving into lethargic nothingness
Deafening the family quarrels