LOVEWAR

All this darkness
is gone
can’t believe there is light
and everything is illuminated now in London

not dark alleys
the passions of mystery

normal day
Highbury fields
quiet

can’t believe what was happening in those places at nights

parallel life

secret incognito

undercover

agents of opposite forces

kissed and clashed

nobody knows about it
hash

the result of the love-war is unclear

it is possible that still there is a stronghold

with forces gathering and ready from both fierce directions

and that the battle is finished but war is raging on

with double force

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‘Aftermath in Polish”

When we got the brand new state allocation apartment

There was a meadow vis-a-vis

with few old ruined suburban houses

the meadow was enchanted and it belonged to the butterflies

but the houses were full of shattered glass

you could still find there some before war lost treasures

a fake silver napkin holder, a piece of alabaster

 or a better half of a broken oven tile or even,

if you were extremely lucky,

a stylish

orangeade bottle with long, elegant neck.

Now, there is no meadow, there is a concrete block and Lidl supermarket

     where you can get nice products brought to you by your former enemies.

Christmas Borsch

At the Christmas table my father in law

quotes Marx and says that Lenin was a righteous fellow

I think he says it for me to hear it

but I don’t know

At the Christmas table my mother in law

never talks about politics

and is very devoted to catholic faith

but turns the blind ear to everything

as long as it pays

I sit at this Christmas table

eating their borsch

and feeling quite stupid and dumb

while thinking about my atheist aunt

who was rotting in communist prison

for rejecting the pravda’s of Lenin and Marx

My father in law

is sitting next to me and I don’t know why on my right

again quoting Engels and Marx

and I am eating this salty borsch

thinking about my grandpa’s running away from the Soviet’s hands

I want to get up

but my mother in law

pours into my plate just a little more

of her

sour Christmas borsch.