By Grzegorz Wroblewski
PROMPT — Who am I today?
Chris got out of jail near Copenhagen and there is no money
for colorful powder from Tim XX.
There was only a guy with a prosthesis and dirty jeans
standing at the gate. He must survive at least a few minutes
this complicated freedom.
He would love to hit his girlfriend's lover
in the hot heart.
But there's no money for colorful powder from Tim XX.
He lost his dog and two weirdos who pretended to be his
friends.
He doesn't care about the moon today. And falling on people’s
skulls meteorites…
These are just fairy tales invented by sellers of expensive cars.
Let the probation officer and therapists fall asleep.
He explained his thoughts under a dark cell.
He must calmly swallow the cool air of the island.
He put the switchblade away in a safe place…
Where did the boys from Amager Street go?
There is no money for colorful powder
from Tim XX.
Grzegorz Wróblewski was born in 1962 in Gdańsk and grew up in Warsaw. Since 1985, he has been living in Copenhagen. English translations of his work are available in Our Flying Objects (trans. Joel Leonard Katz, Rod Mengham, Malcolm Sinclair, Adam Zdrodowski, Equipage, 2007), A Marzipan Factory (trans. Adam Zdrodowski, Otoliths, 2010), Kopenhaga (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Zephyr Press, 2013), Let's Go Back to the Mainland (trans. Agnieszka Pokojska, Červená Barva Press, 2014), Zero Visibility (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Phoneme Media, 2017), Dear Beloved Humans (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Lavender/Dialogos Books, 2023), and Asemic writing book Shanty Town (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). He writes from Copenhagen/Denmark.
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