Kamil Brewinski / Open Anthology / Nine of Twelve

 
 
 

Gas stove canso
 
 

move your finger away from water where the rose flows
or open a window before you forget about your hands
don’t dare look in the hot eye where the rose blossomed
before it thickened in ash lighter than air
move your eye away from the water where the rose flows
or open a window before you forget about eyelashes
remember before you sing – it’s a scentless rose
that will raise your body up to ceiling like soil
 

move your song away from the water where you were a siren
mirrored rose petals you carried on your thighs
or open a window before you forget you were
a shapeless thorn of the rose for the cold eye
 

remember before you sing – where the rose blossoms
there with bitten lip fisherman mowed down a moon
a web of liquid ash gathers in your mouth
on the dark side of the water opens an eyelid
 

don’t look in the hot eye where the rose blossomed
before she carried shady bud of boat around the waves
like an empty glance at foggy horizons where
you became a siren without paying for the cloakroom
 

mirrored rose petals you carried on your thighs
and dj brevynsky scratched that tune
with a bitten lip fisherman who mowed down a moon
and dj brevynsky scratched that tune

 
 
 

Art Institute

 
 

a chair is a paysage too we’re standing in such a chair
from the chair’s perspective it’s hard to describe a chair
hence a friend wants to bring the chairs out from the chairs
the other friend shyly proposing we look down
the third one states: this chair is too small for the three of us
while at the other end of the studio a fly opens up
 
 
 
 

Aphasia

 

 

we couldn’t care less formally speaking
so I’ll ask about aliens (please, give me a green

 

light) long couplets of lights to clear up
Kamil’s memory so sir you saw a ship

 

or did you simply smear on the doors of my garage
(mine – understand?) with wax crayon of word

 

of a type: to kidnap a moon invasion angel?
truth – smoking bullshit – we’re still sitting

 

silence won’t achieve anything silence – a dark tunnel
and we just want to talk a little bit in a garage

 

y’know sir I keep a phoenix he has a feathers like a smile
wings like a kiss and he flies like a tongue

 

of Chinese woman who again signs the national anthem
because of birth of the meager boy

 

outside the protocol I’ll add that on the other hand life’s not worth the price
of a bunny

 
 
 

poems translated by Seweryn Gorczak

 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

Kamil Brewińśki – born and based in Lublin, Poland. His debut poetry collection “Clubbing” was nominated for the prestigious Silesius Poetry Prize in 2013.
 
 

 

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