Thursday, September 1, 2011

A Trip across The Omniverse

the edge of krakow.
a young man is going home to wroclaw.
160kmh baby poland is going baby
a momentary lapse, and i'm out.

more roadworks, walking walking.
fast cars won't stop
and fast trucks don't stop and don't stop and don't stop

and then stop.
my polish namesake beckons me in.
i like to speak english
i like to watch tv while i drive,
here is my boy, and my wife.
i'm only driving a little way
but i'll find you a ride,
some beers, a schnitzel, a prostitute, a new day.

i'll find you a ride. and he's on his cb
Ein turist, Ein turist, australiansk turist, CURVA ein turist.
Success, a truck has pulled up behind.
i say goodbye and transfer

now i'm riding and hoping
not communicating, smoking.
At the border i'm ejected.

a wiener, a shit in the trees,
standing at the safest spot for polizei to stop
keine fur autobahn!
so i walked back to poland and waited

until a missionary took me
his house was under construction
all the way to dresden.