1
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!
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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.
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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?
4
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?
5
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.
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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.
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).
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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!
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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.
9
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!
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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.
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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!
12
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.
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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?
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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.