“Poems for Izabella”: Part One.

by Adam Jan Kaufmann, 2015.2

„Goodnight, I said, trip safely”

never marry a Catholic girl
was not the title
of this song, and I realize you love
their singer better, she said,
use only
IN CASE
of
Apocalypse, she said,
„Nobody respects the typist.
Awful people.”, she said
you’ve got
voice mail
the alcohol-mechanic replied:
„You have reached the end of this
conversation. Would you like to rewind to the beginning?”
No, she said, I would like to read
a book about
flowers.

Or watch a movie
about young
lovers.

Or violate international laws
with you
in a fountain.

Kinkier than Kinski.

OK, I said, but remember
Cinematography < Sex.
Heart emoticon.
Goodnight.

„Songs that please the ear and leave the mind blown.”

He wrote me a song
about
dinner
and
lipstick

My recipe?
„Primal thunder on German leather,
no cheap talk, just ice.”
My secret?
„Curls on brocade.”

My man here,
proudly sponsored by
Italians, fueled by
Irish liquor, served on
Polish bread, trips the taxi
again
every time on the way to an airport he hears
„Zegarmistrz Swiatla” on the radio and goes
crazy – talking
about
that nuclear war
and Sun Ra

I am also tidying up his discography
today. To do this, you have to be a
pervert. And very pedantic.

„You let him go to
Nepal???”
“I always promise we play
RPG –
precisely
Naughty
Librarian & the Quest of R’lyeh
when he’s
back. He always returns.”
/interrupted call

trick TV ad
between
Mexican
soap operas
“Only in chosen supermarkets! The Che
Guevara cheddar – tastes like Revolution!”
the heroine is in jail again, but she
will return
in another movie
when Albino
scores the monk

“Z Ciebie to jest niezla modelka”
said my mother to her mother
which pissed off our
grandfathers
and they don’t like interruptions
when watching
big football games

And if you ask her
How to survive today’s madness?
She’ll tell you to
Get bored quickly. Repeat until you’re
bored with boredom.
Voila, the rest is in my purse!

“The Consequence of Fury, or How I Stopped Worrying, and Married a Model”

Europeans
do it
better

“Niezly Meksyk!” means “What a Mexico!” in Polish, and is a
sweet
local
description of total
disorder.
My first words in the morning.

Polish word of the day:
makabra
rhymes
with
cadabra

Girl advice:
Be immediate, intuitive, totally pointless. Make beautiful noise when you’re not busy breathing. Ignore your dead heroes, even those who think they’re still alive. Don’t listen to predictable music. Scream, whisper, chant like a madman. Make love 3 times a day. Outrun your thoughts and ego. Be yourself to the point where you’re the only one who tries to understand you. Not even I have to do that.

Don’t call yourself an “underground artist” unless you actually live in your wife’s basement, because your music supposedly disturbs her cats.

German word of the day:
Donerwetter
like Kebab
only
better

„What now?!”
„Making noise again. To the f*cking basement.”
„With a lovely accent on f*cking.”

3:59 A.M.
wheelchairing a yorkshire
terrier in Brixton singing „god
save the queen / she ain’t
no human being.” Yes, mother was right.
Poet.
Magician.
Likes Zevon.
Calls dad
when in
trouble.

Bingo.