Hemoglobin Poem by Boguslaw Duch

I went on a cloudy
October evening
with a heart as big inside
soul hypermarket,
or membrane wings Mind Lovercraft...
I met an old lady shoes sprinkled with flour
and hair sprinkled with flour
And bloody sauce in a hot-dog of over-sweet teenager with a skateboard.
the dying deity born dissecting the sky question
about the 'meaning of life' human monkey, crying for time
the age of 19, the loss of a boy, a girl...
She has long hair.
Performs driving course, and does not like
social networking sites.
(Because it 'meringues with salami. ')
I returning shook off poverty suburbs at the intersection of Ronda Victims of Katyn.
Here lack of trade fleeing poverty as rainwater to
flush grid.
You can not drink or wash, you can look at
wet asphalt.
Once I collected stamps Chinese revolutionary.
That's for sure.
People's Democracy-memory-eat after a while muffin…

B. Duch 2014