my alexei
alyushka
dearest one
gentle soul
handsome lad
your beauty soft
within you shines
karmazovian lust
Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
homeless
along roadsides
awaiting nomads
peoples offerings
a baby's hat
bolt nut copper wire
all so handy
compact steel mesh
just the size of
one slice of bread
toasted on pale fire
meal for the seeking nomad
don't touch a thing
pretend not to disturb
the cosmic order
molecules of rope gently lain upon
dark road shatterings
beyond understanding
keep moving
sketches of objects
burned onto memory
deserted leftover feelings
abandoned along highways
a toddler's cry in his seat
passengers agony next to the driver
time scratching an old face
gathering learning memorizing
they rest within
only once in a while
balance is broken
must take something
to feel and touch
these can be
a few washers, rings of metal
like ancient coins
their weight in my hand
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Caves
In my cave the bats are hibernating
No humans are allowed
Lest they disturb them
Only few insects manage to crawl in
Making their way in darkness
Down narrow tunnels damp walls
Crouching in their moldy corner
Winged mice hanging upside down
Black furred lanterns
Decorating a scarred rock ceiling
Steadily awaiting
Sign of water dripping
Old Photograph
Looking at your picture
Amateur shot
How for a moment
You let yourself be taken
It seemed I was
Taking your picture
While what I was doing
Loving your image
Friday, March 21, 2008
classified
seeking wjfm
of the second generation
or third
she must not have
granny or grand-daddy
she should be
a food collector
always early
painfully worrisome
we can sit together
in silence
collecting
At least a beginning
A small coin collection
Not all of them ancient, actually
Most are not
They were in one of the bags
Moldy smell
Didn't go hunting them
In the sand dunes, didn't
Buy them in a shop,
Inherited
Something to begin with
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