Paris blues

Spiced with a pinch of Rabelais,
Mr Honk felt somewhat humanised—
despite his lack of a moral compass
and the residual heat in the bedding—
as long as there was an abundance
of a certain tincture and a cushion
of the seething mass.


More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com

Spiritual sobering

The soul’s place is in the narthex,
getting tipsy on the fumes of incense and holy water,
but it sobers up quickly when faced with the dilemma
of whether to watch Det sjunde inseglet
or Freulein Masseuse.


More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com