Once, I was sitting and painting rain –
Straight lines on white paper
Straight as pine coffin boards
Flat and straight, like soldiers in the ranks,
who stand and wait for order
fall down on the asphalt –
That straight and smooth
like a white wall pierced by the bullets, that get stuck in it,
like words gets stuck in the heart –
sharp, precise, cold words
like skewers with pieces of meat on them
like water washes away the lines of rain
flowing down on white paper.
life
An unceasing banal chatter
lips are piercing thick air
I want to go out, downstairs to the yard
and warm a midday cold with a cigarette.
To stand on the steps like a sparrow, –
swaggering in the frosty wind
and calmly observe the walking people,
that never slow down.
And when you’ll to get tired of freezing in smoke,
and be a letter in the streets isometrics
You’ll take the elevator to the heaven above
where the world’s being born, forming from letters.
When the winter is over
When the winter is over, –
a spring will come, and maybe
summer at once.
You’ll ask me: “Will it always be like that?”
and I’ll answer: “No, there is nothing eternal in the Creation.
Everything once comes to an end, –
sooner or later. ”
“Fool, don’t be a smart ass as always”, – you’ll say, –
“I’m talking about spring, and you’re already buried the summer!”
a breath
air is entering the body with every inhalation
air is coming out with every exhalation
yet you’re no longer the same before that inhalation
you’re no longer the same before that inspiration
so does she or he
they are also no longer the same as before
and now –
to the next breath-in-and-exhale
and so on an so forth
till the end of the days
breathe in and out
sigh
sigh-and-exhale
and yet, you can’t stop for a moment
to take a breath
what if #3
what if
I’ll become completely hollow inside
and only naked echo
will tease my ego and that other
that messing up my life
and then I’ll have some tea
or wine to refill that
emptiness again
but with the right stuff
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