Reflection of Nick Drake’s “Three Hours”

three hours was not enough
to save the silence
inside cold concrete
to cling to the wall
to pour out sand into the sea
to clench conscience in one’s fist
to hide one’s temple behind a vein

salt is itching in the skin of a palm
the lines of life have gone astray
if you did not find the master
you won’t find any slaves
life from troubles to turmoil
is measured by rusty scales
why do we need minutes
if we don’t keep the count of time

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a kaleidoscope #3

Fortune telling on a kaleidoscope
for the single pair of hands.
Shards of hope, are mixed up
with the shards of boredom.

Yin – Yang are taking
bizarre forms.
Some already dead, and often
with the smell of chloroform.

Sunny-cloudy-scattered-precipitation.
Ticket in one direction
neither there nor the other way.

Striking yourself in the chest with a fist,
a French kiss.
How do you prefer some mercy
in pounds or in barbiturates?

Shards of hope, mixed up
with shards of boredom.
Gold sand from the sand-clock
into the random hands.

On The Seven train platform

On the Seven train platform is quiet.
On the Seven train platform everything remains without change.
On the Seven train platform a homeless man in red jacket
is sleeping on a bench in twisted pose.

On the Seven train platform is empty.
On the Seven train platform time stopped.
On the Seven train platform a robot woman is announcing weather.

On the Seven train platform you don’t feel any pain.
On the Seven train platform you can’t see the sky.
On the Seven train platform is only allowed to wait,
but with your mouth shut.

To the Seven train platform a train never comes.

a morning to work, a morning to rest

I.
– You almost pushed me off, sir! – You
shouldn’t jump while I’m already in motion,
ma’am!
Gust of the brisk air, – a slap on your face,
step out of the bus! Hurry up!
– I’m squeezing out!
A choir of pneumatic hammers, everybody
unionized! Ninth Ave, major construction
in progress. Cranes, a phallic symbol of
a working class.

A misery caged in the glass and iron. Bidirectional
truth of the smart elevators. They’ll show you
the weather and take you windows shopping.
They’ll have you being watched, there
is no real love in the elevator! Stop dreaming,
keep making love to your cup of coffee.
– I’ve noticed, she’s stealing your
looks. – Take stairs next time. Claustrophobic
kingdom of cubicles of open space. A medieval
romanticism of your office fire-drills.

A drunk homeless satyr is sleeping in his
cardboard sanctuary. Engulfing aroma of the urine,
puke and human indifference, – welcomes you to
the magical kingdom of underground. – El mariachi,
El nino, El malei rachamim¹, ELO
– Hey, watch where you’re going! NYPD,
National Guards, K9, Number 9, feeling
protected. Departures, arrivals, a purgatory.
– I can’t talk right now, here, take
a dollar. Indulge yourself in the world
to come. – Should I take an umbrella with me?

II.
Empty Bus, – rustling wheels, Williamsburg
bridge. Sunny morning, Saturday or Sabbath. – Now we’ll
wait,till bus will pass, then we’ll cross. – Okay, I will
wait, but I’m cold. A frock, shiny shoes. A walk.
Smell of barbecue by Michelle, a grog or compote. – Can
you lower your music, an idiot!? A skeleton of the fire
escape on the sidewall.
Sunny, spot occupied by a cat, frozen time, random
squint. Basketball.

He wants to get up, but doesn’t want to lose the feel
of her skin. Spinning fan, breaking sun, through the
blinds and smoke. A stolen cigarette.
He doesn’t remember last night, yesterday he was
a neanderthal, today Lt. Colonel.
– I’ll quit, I promise last drink. – Wait, till
you see me playing my guitar on the street. – Kiss me
here, kiss me there, kiss me goodbye on the cheek.
I’ll take a City Bus to the pier.

A pinup mermaid, Second Avenue, Halal street cart,
rice with meat and Guinness, – a pint. – Did you hear
about the fire? Dormant Wall street. Doves on edge
of the roofs, newspapers, birds shit. American flag,
– I’m still allowed to dream. Weather-beaten fingers
breaking matchsticks in the right pocket.
Blue jeans.


  1. a funeral prayer used by the Ashkenazi Jewish community