Poems
by Dominik
Slusarczyk
The Dream Beach
I wake, stretch,
Yawn, stumble to
My short window,
Throw the curtains on
A flickering fire.
I see the world outside is still wet.
I go back to sleep.
I dream of a sandy beach.
There isn’t even a whisper of sea.
Nameless people plod
Along the sweet meat sand.
They shout slurs at me.
They seem to want
Me to clothe myself.
I ignore the wrapped up idiots.
Ribbon
The fake man wins
The fake hand.
Another
I love another.
I’m sorry I can’t
Conquer your country.
I’m sorry I can’t
Make your madness miserable.
I’m sorry I can’t
Love little lambs that
Look like you.
You are the sun and
I am the moon.
The space between us
Is so dark I scream all night.
Flight
We can fly
Downwards
As fast as we dream of screaming.
