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St. Petersburg
Affirm despite the cold
Body as wife and city as the mistress
Random “hello” and you are dragged out of primordial synthesis with the pavement
Salvation of the distance
Or when you stuck in stopper
With a bleeding one
Its late outside
It’s very early in the depths of someone’s soul
There is some room left in my pocket
Helpless metal –
Sound which does not transform the space
With all this treasure
Nowhere to go
Stay like museum person on duty
In hardly discovered hall
Poetry of poverty
I served my chords like home to you
But verses like a wedding dress and ball
Once happened
And it is enough
Once and for all
My destiny is to stand still
When city demons talk through me
But suddenly my density
Encouraged break the vow of silence
And running in a fever mad prophecy fulfill
I begged them to shatter your windows hard
Shake out the remains of all the I and Thou
And fill the world in them just with my signs
Conjoin us like a new born baby and the dawn
When parents miss the magic of upcoming light
And things are still not offering themselves
But stand and smile
But party’s over
All demons left
Hangover and the father’s breast
My poetry of poverty - to hum and how
And wait for another healing head blow
I wonder…
How trees salute me every year and never lose their conscience
How time wraps into something fuzzy, which I cannot edit
Because it is the fullness of a text not summary of patience
My years like animals in zoo
Passed through
But there is only one way out of purgatory
Me and You
We should not listen
And baby would be born
I would have raise him with my proudly hands
In hope
That he will (as if it accidently) grasp the veil of nothing else
And lift it till the meaning of it all
I will forget this…
As I forgot all unexplained sounds at nights
Till my life took the form of sound when you are trying not to make a sound
Historians with put out eyes will hound
And trees…
My sheep are bleating, anticipating something green
Likeness
I live near the river
Where monks and schoolgirls have their peace
In depths of the untroubled water
I stand near you
I dressed like you
But sun falls only onto you
And everybody happily admires
Your clothing and … you are looking good
After ten thousand arrows
I will fight in the shade
And my revenge will be to stand near you all through these years
With sieve and riddle in my bare hands
Like snake in grass with opportunity
Chewing the cud
And when you will come to your senses and will ask:
“Where vanished all of these years?”
I will laugh
Or cry
Like child without a hint and plan at night
Monks
The monks began to laugh
But I keep asking them
To teach me how to pray
I eat before the mirror
You on the windowsill
I am hungry at night you are stodgy after another day
Young lady never slakes my request twice
I wonder if she embodies consistent patterns of my youth...
Keeps telling me – “obey”
How foolish was to buy the tickets month before
Today I don’t want Mozart
Tonight I want some more
Orpheus
Orpheus‘s mumbo-jumbo trivia:
Moving the stones, deluding death
It’s somehow beautiful to walk world-weary
Fully forgetting that
Reality – revengeful as the peeress and thin skinned as young maiden’s diary
Here it is rather different
Thou shall not mention your own name in vain
If you want immortality, ten hide your soul from body
And laugh at graffity
Paskelbta: 2010-04-27
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