Dominik Slusarczyk

Pięć wierszy

 

 

The Knock

 

He knocks on

Your door.

The rude rapping

Startles you

And you drop

Your perfume.

Your voice wavers

When you ask

Who it is.

There is no answer:

Death is not the

Kind of man who

Needs to speak

Real words.

When he enters you

Are scared so

He comforts you.

You beg him to

Confirm that

You lived a good life.

He says

You were wonderful

And beautiful and

Nobody could have done better.

You let out 

A contented sigh.

He leads you

Away from your first life.

 

We Designed It

 

We designed it

To let the light out.

I refuse to cage

That which wants

To be free.

God chose not

To make 

Any more gods.

 

Life

 

Do you like life?

I guess it is alright.

It is not a

Fast car speeding

Past flowing fields.

It is not a

Shiny bar stocked

With laughing lads.

It is not as

Fun as fiction

Or fire.

The pretty people

Smile at themselves.

Life is bland like bread.

I dream of when

Death will kiss my head.

 

Bitter Proposal

 

Shadows sink and settle on

My defeated shoulders.

They are a mist only

Magic can dispel.

Someday I will meet them and

Greet them as friends.

 

If I flick on my bright lamps then

My mess will mention my madness.

Sometimes I think I

Only spend time awake to spend time asleep.

 

One day we will be wet but

Others will be wetter.

There’s no way we can be the best but

We can surely be better.

 

A Big Bank

 

If I give

You a penny you

Have to give

Me a pound back:

It is called interest

But not because

It is interesting.

 

Dominik Slusarczyk is an artist who makes everything from music to painting. He was educated at The University of Nottingham where he got a degree in biochemistry. His poetry has been published in various literary magazines including ‘Fresh Words’, ‘Berlin Lit’, and ‘Home Planet News’.  Bienvenue à la Danse, Dominik. 

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