Dress Party

I produce my invitation
upon entering
everywhere
I can see
many pairs
Rendezvous
differently beautiful
as I’m surrounded
only
by monsters!

I greet
and shake hands
with
a burned man
but burned
by life fully
This filed psyche
transplants
visible
plentifully

I talk
with a man
run down
by thoughts
head-on collision
Miraculously
he came out alive
on his neck
a freshly imprinted
calling card
within my vision

Shockingly
a contest’s approaching
for miss or mister
selection
I’ll participate
in it?
No
I’m surprised
by this situation

It’s a real
dress party
my role here
is main
I’m
the biggest monster
and belief
in my alterity
is vain

Marcin Majkowski

Archived 07/29/2011