In Biskupice, they      ... Intro ...     ... The sweet dark
are     corrugated                                 ... Alice
warehouses      of                      ... If I was a snake
fruits         and            ... The thought worthy burning
vegetables  behind  ... Maybe you are maked up by orangetips
the rails,    they                      ... Two cherry leafs
are   there   very
long time   I have
been   walk around
there    with  the
servant  dog Cezar
for  four   years,
more or less every
other day. Most of
these    poems   I
wrote there, I was
still sleepy but I
felt like alone in
the world  - as if
all night was mine
-      I've   seen
hundreds  of times
the      star   is
falling,    so now
everything    will
fulfill for me and
and    until   the
death  stay  on my
face  the  strange
pliant  punch from
owl   which struck
me  at   two above
the morning when I
stumbled  along in
the dark yard  - I
am  thus marked as
the chosen one.  I
was  there  to one
word from death, I
caught once    two
thieves   -   they
were    just   try
locks, the smaller
one    was    more
conversable    and
tried  chat  up me
that they are here
to check    - when
they          both
understood    that
they not duped me,
the   bigger   one
asked, will we put
him down ? but the
spokesman   denied
it,      no,    he
whispered      and
began  to run into
the   darkness  to
the    gardens   -
thanks to him.   I
guess  I'd not cut
them off -  though
I'm  an   abnormal
karate guy.    No,
it's  fatal   word
for me        - my
elementary particle.                  2007-2018 © Peter Krutek