Do Not Touch

I got myself a prophetic poster
then I had to lie down
on my apartment floor
and project it on the wall

At first
a bunch of shy bonds of matter
nietzschean lures
the Almighty Eye
cracked
psychedelic

I began
telling myself
I am my own woman
Now I'm moving faster
than my body

abandoned near the crutches
of those miraculously healed
by the holy chatchkas

I am alone and dependent
with all the despair
of those who have the Sign
within them

a hypnotic command
which you will find on me later

I'll tell you
Here is the gun
with it I shot
hallucinations
closer to freedom
than you have ever been

Do not touch
any gesture is vandalism

by Ewa Gorski

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Comments (3)

I'll tell you Here is the gun with it I shot hallucinations closer to freedom than you have ever been....killing hallucinations......... a great theme liked it very much for your reference to nietzschean lures
Hi Ewa, A wonderful poem nevertheless I would like to ask whether your word chatchkas means chakra in English: These are the holy Hinduistic seven levels we hold in our body from the bottom of our torso to our crown, . Thanks for sharing, Paul
A good start with a nice poem, Ewa. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.