Three Poems
Grzegorz Wr—blewski
gr_wroblewski@hotmail.com

In A Christianshavn Pub, Larsen Talks About His 
Undeservedly Settled Life
 
I know what you mean, Larsen. Just like me,
you are now a big fat pig stuffing yourself
with salted peanuts and reading gossip columns  
about the Austrian Nazis who dominate 
the Internet with impunity.
Don't worry, Larsen! This could happen
to anybody! Fucking hell... Just look at the sad-
faced
boys in orange jumpsuits, trimming shrubs
on the moat since morning. Would you like to 
have
anything to do with them again? 

(Translated from the Polish by Agnieszka 
Pokojska) 

Rhododendrons

Rhododendrons absorb
the fumes of the roasting pig:

Do I remember the Vietnam war?
No, I don't.

Would I like some meat?
No, thanks. No meat for me.

What I am doing here, then?
Watering the rhododendrons.

(Translated from the Polish by Agnieszka 
Pokojska)

Dreaming Of Dragons 
(Mixed Media On Canvas)

1.
Francis would add more water.
2.
Treacherous pewter, Germanic symbols... 
The climate changes
slowly bring about hallucinations.
3. 
The second-hand stuff seller noticed a 
juggler in the left-hand corner.
The juggler then challenged Arnaut Daniel.
(Feeling silly now? That's not how you 
work your way up to gold teeth and a villa 
in Tuscany.)
4.
Nature painters hang themselves too.
5.
What we need is resistance poetry.
Guts!
6.
Are known to be local parts of the priest 
and the rhinoceros.
7.
I had no idea (the male lover dressed up 
as an intellectual).
Leaving grayness, you enter an even greater 
lack of contrast.
You'll walk through a wall, remaining 
underground. 
8.
A prisoner will be despised.
9.
And you'll open one eye in the baths 
innkeeper's room.
10.
Love manoeuvres? 
11.
In the baths' owner's room.

(Translated from the Polish by Agnieszka 
Pokojska)