to L.
let’s play the fool, you and me
karol sticks out from the deck
cointreau, paka paka —
money in a heap on the table
cheating’s just an experiment
a cigarette, pyaterochka, chips
estrella, heineken, absinthe
get ready — clever tricks
and night is just the second sunset
its body black
night talks like a squeaky van
headed toward ashes
and new days
to catch the second sunset
is like drinking from a bottomless glass:
to see a world with no patches
a world with no border or end
silence between buildings and cars
just don’t flicker
and don’t rush for anything
let’s play again
think slow, take off your socks
and let a face peek out
from the well of your cheeks
(a mosquito, cocky, sharp)
a new karol of apartments
a loud, shouty poem
for something almost like beer*
17–18 July 2020
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* Mayakovsky’s “Cloud in Trousers”.