Ointment For Freckles Poem by Boguslaw Duch

String on asprocol.
Sinless and the voltage dictating the rules of the program
Calculating.
Deep green juice with grass and breath Central Park '60's.
Doin fixed during a hand touching the rope conformism
When baking wrists- let mamba keep me for Eternal Life,
Let coca-cola keep me for Eternal life
Let the miracle of creation-what bothered sometimes to separate the smell of nectar
Keep me.
The prophetic poetry is only a cotton ball surrounding the thorn of life.
To remove from the refrigerator hearts degradation and necessity.
THIS!
Ash from the bones of grape seed-black farba- which replaces empty ideas
the emptiness is impatient clock.
I am counting down the time to swoop in the morning-
meanwhile tapping at random obscene password in the search window
Deviant Art site.
Separated from the world of fauna read something about the creation of Garibaldi-
So much blood.
Birds, which are not suitable for practicing philosophy.
Nightmare dogmatic order.
Armored car fire breaks life
Lamps carefully harvested view.
Velvety madness and a stream of urine tram rails; his yellow traffic into the heart of the metropolis. Where we think about it how to spend pocket money.
THERE!
Stamping clerics and continued provocations teenager.
Their mothers forget about happiness schoolgirls.
Not confiding sister of hypocrisy, profit and desire.
Enter the adventure of growing up, fragile bud lukrowym quench my thirst.
It is time to think about what differentiates Nature
from Scripture.
I avoid swelling the impression that I get
Before 2: 00 home tight as a telephone booth
Where I am living in programming dynamic processor. Just for survival
Between the steaming craters ashtrays and coffee mugs ponds.


Bodek Duch