Poem to End

In sky, rustier than tin,

Pillar finger.

Stand on designated place,

Like the fate.

“Without quarters. In order?”

“Doesn’t wait for death.”

Exaggeratedly smooth

Take off hats.

In each eyelid – challenge.

Mouth is closed.

Low – exaggerated

Was the bow.

“Without quarter. Precise?”

The voice lied:

Heart has fallen: What with it?

Signal, mind!

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Ill omens from the sky:

Rust and tin.

I waited in usual place.

Time is six.

I will kiss without sound:

Tetanus lips.

Thus – the empress’s hand,

Thus – deceased…

Rushing commoner,

Elbow – in side.

And then blew the horn,

Exaggerated in need.

Howled – screaming, like a dog

Lasting with anger.

(To exaggerating of life

In deadly hour).

That, to yesterday – to belt,

Once to sky.

(Exaggerated, that is:

In full height.)

Mentally: Dear, dear,

Seventh hour!

Into cinema,

Or explosion – home!

The nomadic brotherhood –

There it did lead!

With thunder upon the head,

With the naked sword,

With all the horrors

Of awaited words

For collapsing house

Home is the word.

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Of the lost minion

Scream: Home!

A one-year-old child:

“Give” and “mine!”

My brother in debauchery,

My chill and warmth,

Thus from home they’re tearing,

Like you – home!

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The horse, tearing from the hitching post –

Up! And a rope to dust.

There – home on the mountains

In ten steps:

Is it not higher?

Home on mountain top.

Window, the roof under:

“Not from one dawn

Burning?” Thus life again?

Simplicity of poems!

Home, that means, from home

Into night (to whom we will tell

My sadness, my trouble,

Horror, greener than ice!)

You had thought for too much.

The thoughtful: Yes.

And – the embankment. I hold

Water, like the thick.

The gardens of Semiramis

Are hanging – just like thee!

Waters (steel strip

Of deadly color)

I hold, like music sheet –

Wall edges, singer –

Blind man – won’t give back?

No? Will bow – will hear?

Like sleepwalker at the edge of roof

All quenchers of thirst bear…

But not from the river

Trembling – born naiad!

Where loved one is near

Rivers hold like hands,

And loyal…

Dead ones are true.

Yes, not all in the closet.

Death from left, from right side –

You. Right side like the dead.

Sheaf of striking light.

Laughter like tambourine.

You and I need…

(Chill)

We will be like men?

The wave of white-haired fog –

The shuttlecock gas.

It’s breathed and it is smoked –

And mainly – said!

What smells? With extreme haste,

With condescension and sin in all:

With business secrets

And powder of the ball.

Venerable youth in rings,

The bachelors of family…

Ridiculous, ridiculed

And – counted – mainly...

With stigma and fluff

Both large and small

With commercial deals

And powder of the ball.

(Half turn: This is

Our house? I’m not mistress!)

One – above the checkbook,

Another – above kids’ handle,

And here – above leg of lacquer

He is quietly working…

With sins commercial

And powder of the ball.

With notch of silver

Maltese star in window!

Loved, caressed,

And most importantly – pressed!

Plucked – yesterday’s

Food – do not seek with the smell:

With commercial tricks

And powder of the ball.

Too short is the chain?

It’s platinum, not steel!

With triple chin

Shaking, bodies – wait for veal.

Over the sugar neck

Devil – as a gas jet.

With commercial ruin

And powder of someone –

Of Bertald Schwartz… Given away

Intercessor to men.

We need to speak, you and me.

Will we manly be?

I catch the movement of lips.

I know – he won’t first speak.

“You do not love?” “No, I love.”

“You do not love!” “But tormented,

But drunk, but exhausted.”

(The eagle surveys the place):

Have mercy, this is the house?

House – literature - in my heart.

Love – is flesh and blood.

Color, with water coursing.

You think that love

Is over table conversing?

Hour – and by the homes?

How are man and the ladies?

Love, that means – temple?

Child, that the scars be replacing!

Under the sight of slaves

And roisterers: (I, without sound!

“A pulled bow is love:

Bow: in the parting.”)

Love, that means: To connect.

All apart with us: lives and mouths.

(I asked you: Do not jinx!

In the near, treasured, hour,

That hour at top of the mountain

And passion. Memento – is mist:

Love – is the gifts in bonfire

And always – as a gift!)

The mouth’s shell fissure

Is pale. Not grin – register.

And all the bed before

You wanted: to disappear?

The drumbeat of rings.

Do not move mountains!

Love, that means, Mine.

I understand you. Inference?

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Grows the drumbeat of rings.

(Scaffold and square.)

We’ll leave. And we will be deceased

Hoping. It is simpler!

Of cheapness enough:

Rhythm, rail, numbers, terminals…

Love, and that means: life.

No, otherwise called

Ancients…

“And so?”

A flap

Like a fish in a fist, a wrap.

“Thus we go?” “Yours is the way?

Choice: rails, poison, lead.”

Death – and nobody’s device!

Life – like a Roman warrior,

Like eagle assaying the troops.

Then we are parting our ways.

I did not want this.

Not this. (Be silent: hear!

To want – is the body’s deed,

And we for each other –

Are souls)… And I did not speak up.

(Yes, in hour, when is served the train,

To women, like a cup

You give the sad honor of parting)

Maybe, madness?

Misheard? (A suave liar,

Bouquet for the beloved,

The gap’s bloody honor

Handing.) Clearly: syllable

After syllable, thus – we say goodbye,

You had said? (Like a handkerchief,

In hour of sweet debauchery.

Dropped.) Battles here

You – Caesar. (Impudent lunge!

To rival – like a trophy,

The given spar

To hand!) He continues. (Ringing

In ears…) I bend twice:

Are you everyone?

In the gap for first time outpaced.

Do not refute! Vengeance,

Honorable Lovelace.

Gesture, wishing to you honor

And to me diluting from bone

The meat. Laughter. Through laughter –

Death. Gesture. (No desire.

To want, is a matter – theirs.

And we for each other

Are shades. The final nail

Is beaten. Screw, like coffin of lead.

Of the requests, one final.

I ask. Not a word

About us. Not about any… Coming…

Well. (From the stretcher - thus

Wounded – in the springtime!)

I would have asked this.

To give the ring as a memento?

No, wide-open sight,

Is absent. (Like a print

Upon your heart,

Like ring on your hand… Without price!

I will eat.) More suave and quiet:

The book for you? Like a whole?

No, do not write

Books.

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It means, there’s no need.

There is no need to cry.

In our wandering

Fishers’ brotherhoods

They dance – do not cry.

Sing, and don’t cry.

With the hot blood

They pay – do not cry.

Diamond in glass

They fuse

And rule the world – do not cry.

Thus I leave? Across I see.

Harlequin, for loyalty,

Gives his pierrette like a bone

Most contemptuous thrown

From the championships: Honor of end,

Curtain gesture. Last

Speech. Inch of lead

Into the chest:

Better, hotter

And cleaner.

Teeth forced in lips.

I will not weep.

The very strength –

Into the tenderness.

Only don’t cry.

In host of wanderers

They die, but don’t cry,

They burn, but don’t cry.

In ash and song

They hide the dead one

With wandering brothers.

Thus the first? The first move?

Like in chess? However,

All of the scaffold above,

They ask us first… Sooner

Ask, do not stare! Sight.

(It is hailing here!

How to chase the eyes behind?)

I speak, there’s no need

To stare!

Loud and clear,

Up to stare:

Let’s leave, sweet,

I will start to weep!

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I forgot! Midst piggy banks

Of the (also businessmen) live

Flashed the blond back of the head:

Maise, corn, rye!

All the sermons of Sinai

Washing away – the maenads’ fur! –

Golconda of hair,

Treasury of pleasure –

(For all!) Not in vain nature keeps,

Not entirely stingy it is!

From their tropics blonde,

Hunters – where is the path home?

With nudity rude

Teasing and blinding to tears,

With adultery of gold

Laughter is spilling.

“Not truly?” Clinging, crushing

Sight. In each eyelash – itching.

And the main – is thick yet!

Gesture – in tourniquet.

Oh, one tearing the clothes –

Gesture! Simpler than to drink or eat –

A grin! (To you hope,

Alas, salvation for thee!)

Sisters or brothers - and?

Union - allied!

To laugh – not buried!

(And I laugh buried).

And – embankment. Last.

All. From frost hands quiver,

Like wandering neighbours we move past.

From sides of river –

Crying. The salty fallen

Mercury lick without worries:

The moon’s giant Solomon

The sky did not send tears.

The trunk. Why you won’t bump

Your forehead? Bits, not blood!

Fearful comrades wandering

(Murdered is the love.)

Drop it! Are these two lovers?

In night? Apart? With others sleep?

You understand that future

There? Into back I lean.

To sleep! – on carpet newlyweds,

To sleep! – we into step don’t fall,

In tact. It is pity: Take with hand!

Not convicts: as it were!

Current. (Only to my soul – lay

The hand: On my hand).

Current beats, with feverish wires

Tears – on my soul lay down!

Clings. Rainbow everything! What is

More rainbow than a tear? Like curtain, more than beads,

The rain. I don’t such embarkments know

Ending: the bridge – So?

Here? (Roads are filed).

Free eyes

Fly. Maybe at home?

In final time!

The fi-nal bridge.

(Won’t give or take out the arm!)

The final bridge,

The bridge is last.

Wa-ter – and firmament.

I put out the money.

Mo-ney for death,

Charos’s bribe for Lethe.

The mo-ney’s shade

In shady hand.

Without noise are the coins.

Thus, in the hand’s noise –

The mo-ney’s shade

With no light or sound.

Mo-ney – to them.

From deceased long-time poppies.

Bridge.

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The hap-py portion

Of lovers with no dream:

Bridge, you – like passion:

Convention – continuous between.

Nesting: It’s warm,

Rib – that’s why I like that.

Not after or before:

The epiphany’s gap.

No legs, no arms.

All bones and all emphasis:

Only alive is the side,

To which the adjacent I press.

All life – to side!

He is echo and he is ear,

With yolk to white

I cling, with feeding to fur

I press, I mold, I dare.

The twins of Siam

What – is the union of yours?

That woman – remember: Mom

You have called? Having forgotten all things,

Forgot, in the triumph motionless,

Car-rying thee,

Did not hold you more close.

Understand! Got used!

Come true! Carried on my chest!

No – I’ll throw myself down!

To dive – to release the arm

Was nee-ded. And I huddle,

I huddle… And inseparable.

Bridge, you’re no husband at last:

Lover – continuous past!

Bridge, you are for us!

With bodies we feed the river!

With i-vy dug in,

With tick – by the root tear!

Like ivy! Like tick!

Godless! Inhuman!

To throw, like things

Me, not one thing

Honored in all

Blown is material world!

Say, it is a dream!

The night, after night – morning,

Ex-press to Rome!

Grenada? I do not know,

Brushing off feather bed

Of Himalaya and Mont Blanc.

De-ep is the gap before:

I warm with final blood.

Lis-ten to side:

After all, it is much truer

Than po-ems. Warmed up?

Tomorrow by whom will be hired?

Say that it’s delirium!

That there will be no end

To the bridge…

- End.

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Here? Children’s, gods’

Gesture. Dug in? Well.

And – still a little:

In time final.

Cases factory, loud

And responsive to the call…

Secret, sublingual

Mystery of wives and husbands

And friends and widows..

Eve’s tree secrets –

Here: I’m no more than animal,

In the stomach having been cut.

Burns… Like they pulled the skin

From the soul! With smoke into the hole

The notorious absurd heresy,

Named as the soul.

Pale Christian sickness!

Steam! Cover with poultices!

Yes, she was never!

There was body, that to live desired,

Does not wish to live.

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Forgive me! I did not want!

The scream of the gut!

Thus suicide bombers wait shooting

In first hour of the morning

At chess… With a grin

Teasing the bellboy’s eye.

For chess are the pawns!

And someone is playing us.

Who? Dear gods? Robbers?

In the whole of the eye –

Eye. Of the red corridor

Clanging. Board thrown high.

And then the tightening.

Spitting, means spitting, lived.

Under the sidewalk in checkers

The straight road: Into moat

And into blood. Eye is secret:

The moon’s aural eye …

…….

And looking sideways:

How you are afar!

Joint and united

Startle – dairy of ours!

Our temple, our island

Where in morning we’re found –

Rabble! Couple of minutes! One

Celebrated at dawn!

With market and nitrous,

Through sleep and spring…

Here coffee was infamous –

Totally oatmeal!

(Oats’ wilfulness

Extinguish in trotters!)

Arabia by no means –

Arcadian smell

That coffee.

But how you have to us smiled,

Seated side by side,

Experienced and pitiful –

Mistress’s careful

Gray-haired smile:

You will fade! Live!

Insanity! Pennilessness!

Yawning and love, -

And youth - the main!

Laughter – with no cause,

Smile – with no intention!

Face – without wrinkles,

Oh, youth – the main!

Not for climate passion!

From somewhere blown,

From somewhere gushing.

In milky dullness:

Burnus and Tunis!

To hopes and muscles

Under decay of chausibles…

(Friend, scar on a scar:

I do not complain!)

Oh how conducted us

Mistress in a cap

Of the Dutch ironing.

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Without remembering, without understanding,

Just taken away from the holiday…

“Our street” “It is not ours any longer”

“How often on it” “It’s no more we.”

“Tomorrow on west the sun rises!”

“With Jehovah David will break!”

“What do we do?” “We are parting.”

“Nothing does to me speak

The most senseless word: Par-ting.

Out of a hundred, one?

Just one word in four syllables,

With the emptiness behind.

Stop! In Serbian and Croatian,

Is it that Czechia mystifies us all the same?

Par-ting. We are parting…

The supernatural game!

Sound, from which the ears do tear,

Stretching beyond the limits of despair…

Parting – not Russian!

Not woman’s! Not man’s!

Not godly! That we are sheep, and

At dinner we yawn at once?

Parting – in what manner?

It does not make any sense,

Not even sound! But, simply hollow

Sound – of saw, through sleep, for example.

Parting – just school of Khlebnikov

Of the nightingale trill,

Swans – but how did it happen?

Like a dried-up reservoir

Air! I hear hand on hand.

Parting – then the thunder

On the head… Ocean to cabin!

Oceania’s extreme cape!

These streets are too steep

Parting – that is down,

Under the mountain… Two soles

Sigh… Palm, and nail, in the end from start!

An argument overturning:

Breaking up – it is apart

And we are fused.

Once to lose –

Cleaner, nay!

Suburbs, outskirts:

End of days.

Bliss (read – stones),

Days, and us, and homes.

Empty dachas! Like mom

Old – I do respect them.

Empty is this action:

The hollow is not empty.

(Dachas, empty by a third,

Better it is that you burn!)

Only don’t shudder,

The wound opening.

Suburb, suburb,

Breaking at the seam!

Or – without words lush and extreme –

Love has a seam.

A seam, not a bandage, a seam, not a shield.

Oh, do not ask defense!

A seam, which to you dead

Is sown to the earth.

(Will show itself the time:

Triple or light).

Thus friend – upon the seams!

Scraps and shards!

Only the glory, that had cracked me:

Cracked, and did not sprawl out!

That live under note –

Red, and not rot!

O, he does not lose –

Who tears instead?

Suburbs, outskirts:

Separation of heads.

By freedom execute they,

Draft through the brain!

Oh, he won’t lose, who might –

In hour when the dawn alights.

Sowed the life for you in the night

Without a hint, white.

That’s wrong, do not reproach me.

Suburb: Gap at the seam.

Uncleaned souls –

In the scars.

Suburbs, outskirts…

Town sweeps

Suburb. With the boot of fate,

Do you hear – on liquid clay?

Better soon judge my hand,

Friend, and the living thread

Tenacious – how channel it you might!

The fi-nal light!

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Here? Like a plot –

Lower race, sight.

Sight, on mountain?

In fi-nal time!

With frequent mane

Rain in eyes. Hills.

We passed the suburbs.

Behind city are we.

Yes, no we don’t!

Stepmother, not mother!

There is nothing further.

To sting here.

Field. Hedge.

Brother stands with sister.

Life is a suburb.

Build outside the city!

Eh, it’s the lost

Business, gentlemen!

All – suburbs?

Where are the towns?

Rips and rages

Rain. We stand and tear.

For three months

Together premier!

And of Jehovah,

God, you wanted loan?

Did not burn out:

We are behind the town!

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Behind the town! Understand?

Out! Shaft crossed!

Life is place that can’t be lived:

Jew-ish neighbourhood…

So not worthy a hundred times

Eternal Jew to become?

For each, who is no creep

The Jew-ish pogrom –

Life. Only crosses alive!

The Judas’s faith!

To the leper islands!

To hell! Everywhere! But not

Life – only suffers crosses as

To slaughter – a sheep!

Right-of-resident leaf

I stomp under the feet!

I trample! Behind David’s shield –

Vengeance! In a mess of bodies!

Is it not intoxicating that the kike

Did not want a life?

Election in ghetto! Ditch and shaft.

Mercy don’t wait!

In most Christian of the worlds

Poets are yids.

Thus knives sharpen on stone,

Thus they sweep the sawdust.

Under the hand –

Fur, wet.

Where are you, twins:

Power of dry man?

Under the palm –

Tears, and not rain!

Speech? Water – property!

Of which allure?

After your diamond eyes,

That under palms pour –

There is no missing me.

End to end!

I’m stroking – I’m stroking –

I’m stroking the face.

Thus, Marina,

Is our Polish pride.

Under the eyes of the eagle,

Under the palm that cries…

You cry? My friend!

All mine! Forgive!

Salty in hand

Oh, how big!

Cruel is man’s tear:

Butt on the crown! See:

Cry, caught with others!

Shame, lost with me!

Si-milar

Sea’s – fish! Swing:

Lips on the lips

Of the dead sink.

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In tears.

Quinoa –

By taste.

And tomorrow

When will

I awake?

The sheep’s trail –

Descent. Din of city.

To meeting – three girls.

They laugh. With the tears

They laugh – with noon

Subset, crest of sea!

They laugh – improper, shameful,

Masculine tears,

Visible through the rain –

Into two scars!

Like pearl – disgraceful

On bronze of warrior.

With your first tears,

Last one – pour down!

Your tears – pearls

In my crown!

I do not fool the eye.

I flicker through rain.

The dolls of Aphrodite,

Stare! The union

Is more cramped, than

Get carried away and lie down.

To Song of Songs

Our speech has succumbed,

Us, fameless birds,

With brow Solomon beats,

For the joint cry –

Bigger, than the sleep!

= = = = =

And into hollow waves

Hunched and equal as mist –

In silence, without a trace–

Thus the ship sinks.