I’ve seen Roundhay Garden Scene
and the trailers that followed.
Now I have settled on observing the restless
natives humming follies
to the tune of Que Será, Será
at the bend of the L-shaped room
where they cook, fuck and study—me, the humble,
squeaking floor panel.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
I lost sight of my neighbours
as their nest drowned in the linden leaves—
which is nothing unexpected with spring in full swing—
so for now I have to find some other source of entertainment,
or better yet, draw the curtains
so that I don’t become the target of snoopers:
all those flies bouncing off my window.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
hidden pilcrow 