Kolejny dzień w kopalni soli ~ Friday, May 15, 2026

Never mind the woman with perfect feet
even if she appears in a movie
venues and nightclubs with tequila shots
even if she remembers me, how sweet
realize, I am a broken machine

mindlessly full of thought, fool me, groovy
instantly, the universe, full of bots
never mind boys assaulting mannequins
dial on the radio, never so mean

that I could no longer talk or take a walk
how around the block, what everyone knows
each to their own, pavement covered in chalk

work until practice makes perfect, wind blows
over flowers left in the rubbish bin
man, symmetry in the body, unknown
as a professional, I laugh to see
noiselessly, the wind blows past the glass pane

windows provide transparency, deep down
in the basement, more shoes, try on and run
the woman with perfect feet, smiles at me
how, for a moment, I feel quite insane

pretend that I am not just an old man
energy dissipates, no longer fun
realize, for other people, the joy
found in a connection, she and her friend
exactly when did I know as a boy
creative, shy and sweet, comes to an end
to weep over all the abuse, I scan

feet at the run specialty store, and meet
everyone equally, without judgment
empty of biases, opinions spent
terribly, before the mirror, I greet

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