7. Looking up Suboptimal Landscapes
familiar face
familiar picture with the pigeons
familiar city
but this here
is unfamiliar poetry warfare
these lines will be lyrical welfare
cheap like five years state plan
mundane, but who the hell cares
10. 1.
Myself, my biggest frenemy
Frenzy of restless thoughts
either too drunk to remember
or too sober for quiet nights
Balcony
My best friend
connecting kitchen with God
countless lights cannot beat the darkness
Victory
Doesn’t look like this
you need a credit top-up to make a call
life doesn’t have a post-paid plan
Felony
Committed by sins of omission
a smile can be the most serious thing
Remedy
A slow breath seems to take forever
exhaling all the silly attempts at happiness
11. 1.
I omit myself.
Cause irrelevant.
Contradiction.
Balcony
my best friend
connecting sanity and Insanity
parked cars re-appear and fade away disappear
like
Victory
life doesn’t have a post-paid plan
but shit is free
we will for sure leave some debts
Felony
being scared
feelings of half vegetarian
Remedy
life escaping the lungs
in that context
happiness is an overrated plane
12. 2.
The outburst of pathetic love
like poison, like the stupid
tobacco every other hour
suffocating me tenderly
with a twist
with a twisted beauty
the closer I am the further I am
Project Sisyphus
it still makes sense
as only what we are losing
we really own
like sense and senses
means and fences
marriages and mortgages
13. 2.
Wanted to write
about Sisyphus
so I twisted a
cork of Bowmore whisky
it broke in half
and remained in
The bottleneck
I guess that’s how
to escape the fate
or at least get it delayed
14. 3.
Half the sky
Ok, I get it
I got fooled by Tagore saying
the sky is too small for others
than the two lovers
who only for a couple of hours
were made immortal
Like I need to invent a whole new language
to talk to you between the lines
or finally shut up
and remain silen_
15. 3.
Half the sky
The distance I used
to escape
my obsessions
they weakened
still keeping insane my mind state
possessed and puzzled
boozed and frozen
thiz waz my _
16. 4.
I am a dam of dumbness
a flood of dirty waters
a visual recognition software
I see a silhouette of someone
who looks like you
and my CCTV goes from black and white
to full HD
17. 4.
Spilled once spoiled
aight boiled ain’t grilled
now filled and fooled
by folded bill
while dream fulfilled
with booze unreal
some stealing seats
hence deal is sealed
lost always, therefore
question the connection
20. 1.
A being, the present continuous
the flipside of reality
the outrooted rotten hollow wood
constant fire
you have to blink
otherwise tears will flow
thanks God for them
Does the world exist when I have my eyes closed?
Hold it!
I’m scared to let the precious moment slip
21. 1.
Being contender or not
rooted in Autonoom Center
dot on a geometric plane
torn like Alterno under the surface
like its Italic g
yeah, hold it!
don’t let it slip
22. 2.
Snoozing the inner alarm
free falling
deep diving and climbing
up again
pathetic, ha?
black tea with milk, one sugar
devil on my left
the periphery of attention
a ticklish subject lost
distant peace washed away at the sea shore
red lights alert
emptied minibar in my head
swimming in the lucid pool
in diver’s suit and a full gear
escaping the chlorine pristinity
looking for a sunk yellow duck
23. 2.
Mr Nic
it’s Oceanographic weekly
they attempt to subdue you
with high profile interview
thank you Helen
I remain calm
to become
that bearded individual
with dual personality duel
to dispute
unquestioned answers
at their disposal
with no monetary rule
I’ll discuss the
ink fish rural
how to deal with their wild residual
how to raise a whale in the pool
true doubt is
cut with the Ocean razor
in the end I float away like a stingray
with a healthcare plan
24. 3.
Dreams, the most precious
distilled reality you own
that will happen once
or not
not today
who cares?
in 412 weeks
Or not
25. 3.
Dreams distilled
like vicinity of
Bushmills
we’re always getting prepared
but never ready
some major conflict on the chessboard
Black and White they’ve never shaken their hands
no reconciliation
412 weeks = 7.89613032 years
small things recognition
26. 4.
Racing on the treadmill of affection
you can press the pause
take a sip of that expensive Spanish bottled water
and change the machine
for better
or worse
or don’t pause
just run on the same spot
towards the unreachable screen of death
while Original Don is playing
27. 4.
Dude told me:
“it makes a difference
to run on the same spot
and it depends
whether that place with constant distance
between the existence and it’s
projected hope span
is on the beach of North Sea
or Europe eastern
obviously”
28. 5.
Imagine!
all the people, imagine
in Lyon
sitting at the fountain
tense, unable to move
looking for a reason and courage
there must be some dream to fight for
like to make some girl happy one day
no Range Rovers and beachfront houses
29. 5.
The street runs all the way to the horizon
slightly
curved
to the dunes
blinking reflections
cars and lamps are waving
I’m waiting at now my favorite pizza joint
The dunes are calling me
the street is the means to fuck off
I’m thinking surprisingly
hit by 220 Volt
there must be a grinder inside her
ehm, make it to go please
32. 1.
The policy of poetry
words lose meaning upon uttering
like the smell of burning rubber
completely natural
I can’t stand the distant proximity
the encompassing choke
yeah, sure, chemistry
the opposite of problems is death
green tea, no alcohol, no electricity
candle on a Fisherman’s Friend box
writing because I like the sound of paper
33. 1.
First of all
I don’t know
why
it rhymes
shifting to a reject
crime of word
subjecting the suspect
lights out
remain in your cells
now, repent of your sins
34. 2.
Anything goes
but I don’t know where
the vibrations of sigh
the borders where tears stop
and have to return
denied visas for the lack of openness
there is a place for improvement
judgment call busy
35. 2.
With fürTe we
like to play a game
of beer cans
the game leaves marks in the sand
but that is not required
any landscape goes
judgment returns missed calls
36. 3.
Anywhere we go you leave a stamp
your words and smiles stay put
filling the void of every little street
emotional geography
cornered between friction and fiction
I chose the latter
littering my selfish existence
with pearls of your uncanny rawness
37. 3.
Eyeball on her
chapter’s over
behind and raw
she also stamps
every site and place
but with her giant ass like clover
sight’s subnormal
oh god
40. 1.
Storm in a Cup
A summer before the last summer
on a bus I thought
how below a perfect storm
there must be these ugly deep sea fish with lanterns
in dark cold constant waters
Now, basking in the sunlight of the calm ocean
I think about these ugly beasts again
but these stale waters are too shallow
for life aquatic
41. 1.
Storm in a Cup
The day I left
felt like cutting limbs
and bliss like shit spread on a
nuts house
that does not exist
The memory is blurry
like the painting that was given to me
it was depreciated fully
The deep sea fish indeed
we need, they’re fairies
we chase them, so we proceed
with the trials of denial
(there is much to be learned from a rainstorm)
42. 2.
Sudden Eden
creative unshackling
the old me was fond of you
I dumped it
this deep pathetic fart
shook a distant universe
but not our open space
unbecoming grace
shameless, fresh, childish
kimchi, pickled radish
selfish fetish mistaken
false, unfair coldly calculated
articulated but unspoken
speechless
expressive single-minded vanity
43. 2.
Sudden Eden
2.30 cannot sleep
cramping a little bit
thoughts spin round
you and deadlifts
bottle chose randomly
two passions I don’t plan to quit
sumo pull- 2013
you, that’s much earlier shit
continue suboptimally…
though, names fit perfectly
it was hot summer Eve
44. 3.
Suboptimal
grasping for despair, climbing over air
dining with debt collectors and prostitutes
reading them fairy tales
about brave males
turning the other butt cheek
resting my tested mind
no peace in my veins
I want to feel cold heartless strength
free of dreams scattered on thousand plateaus
words instead of pictures
gaps instead of words
beeps, likes, updates
it is a small world
traded at a high frequency
45. 3.
Landscapes
Can of WD40
can be used to improve your surroundings
and surfaces that appear below ideal
amassed rust and dust
this spray will heal
Standing in the feces
business as usual
residual pieces of
success is crucial
7 carati is the gold that does not glitter
Iemulo will crush you with his voice and guitar
just slow down the rhyme
smoking beer and drinking joints
47. _
Typeset in Alterno by David Chmela
Alterno is a text typeface that brings together two
opposite directions. — How different the styles within
the family could be and still work together? — In Alterno,
seriousness and static nature of the roman faces comes
together with expressiveness and dynamics of italics in
a harmonious whole.
Autonoom Centrum , The Hague 2014
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