Beanpole

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There’s nobody inside me.
I vomited.
The best way…
Everything burned down.
stinks of paint.

Letting down trousers.
I got blood on the dress.
To victory.
A bird.
to bury your child.

a complication from your wound,
They raise their legs,
it’s a gift.
His eyes wander
I’m… meaningless inside.

Do you have a candle?
did you have intercourse?
I want a human inside me.
A father.
By the sea.

I also lost a child.
a delicate flower.
He always says snow.
With big teeth.
And matches.

Undo your pants, she’ll do the rest.
Coming back like a dog.
My quiet one.
He’ll have your eyes…
Torn stitches.

Give me the dress.
He says…
Move in with me.
in hospital forever.
It’s a beautiful name.

fathered by someone.
We lost…
Enough.
I’m sick of measuring.
And it was snowing hard.

To a new, peaceful life.
To hell with the girls
young at heart.
on the front lines.
of your death.

It’s your baby.
To hold onto.
and you still can’t.
Shrapnel.
And salt.

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Le Samouraï

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SUNDAY, 5:45 A.M.
I just wanted you to come.
What with all the risks
– Bloody gauze and cotton.
in my mind.

Your “soul mate.”
A wounded wolf.
Dismissed.
Not carrying any firearms.
But we feel we need

“There is no greater solitude
like the back of his hand.
This is the last time.
Remember:
Just imagine

Seems like true romance.
That’s everyone’s loss.
because…
What you can’t deny
(Book of the Samurai)

We have to break her
And a face like his.
No, it was light-colored.
It was nothing.
to kill me on the overpass.

I thought you must really love him.
Nothing at all.
When you lose contact,
Live and let live.
Careful now:

I’m a disabled veteran.
one might say the criminal always
I saw a man on his way out.
because of you.
We lost him.

Identity checks all night.
Contact broken.
SUNDAY,
was darker.
I tear it up and we forget it.

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On The Beach at Night Alone

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tear-soaked hands, we were truly…
I can just die anytime.
Just one more time.
and engaging in dirty acts.
Your skin used to be whiter.
And it’s adultery.

You’re like a grandfather,
in a beautiful landscape.
Tears flowed from her eyes.
All failures…
I don’t get prettier.
When the wind blows,

Just a prayer.
A face.
I took her in my arms,
our self-restraint deserted us.
and with a burning pain in my heart
seeing you lying there.

I’m different, I have no desire.
all that had hindered us
I never notice.
This pain, this constant regret…
Still, it’s lonely walking alone.
for some air.

thinking of beautiful you.
For 10 years you were
disappeared for a while,
I was dreaming.
…it turns sweet,
It’s sweet.

Kids are like an inescapable destiny.
They have nice bodies.
like a total wreck.
I’m a bomb,
But I want to kiss.
fade away graciously.

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Twenty Four Eyes

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A spring breeze blows
AND THE WORLD SUFFERED
and with reverence.
So don’t lose heart.
Our children are gone.
WERE CARRIED ALONG

the baby was premature.
in heaven’s name
through the fields
THE SILHOUETTE OF THE MOUNTAINS
means everything to me.
I cried all right.

Limping along on my crutches,
White sails cross the sea
The walls of his house fell in.
The lights in the heavens
Your replacement
The sound of the wind

to take care of your mother
Were the last words on their lips
Flags were waved so hard
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE
Then hook pinkies.
at the Red Cross.

Snip, snip, snippety snip
“May today’s battle drench me in red.”
a former pupil.
in your heart.
Please forgive
The shapes of the clouds

Watch your words
from the shadows
The tide coming in
There’s so much
But the creeping vine
JOYS AND SORROWS.

Heaven and earth
The color of the woods
Will stay with us
We look back
that unripe persimmon.
Never stop loving her

She’s in the hospital.
THEIR DAYS
THROUGH THE GREAT DEPRESSION.
A thick mist frames
an anthology, Seeds of Grass.
disappeared like a springtime dream.

Moonlight once shone
The friendship and kindness
on the cape, I cried for joy.
Bravely vowing
We couldn’t die
She writes to me sometimes.

The vast cloud of our hopes
Wandering the beach
The rest of our lives
I’m always alone during the day.
The light of the stars
wore you out.

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Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears

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for men in trains.
IN TEARS
To come and forever in there
It will warm a lonely soul

April will dawn.
loving you.
Goodbye.
and bitter.

If he loves you, he’ll forgive you.
Here, hold him.
wedding rings on each hand,
in one huge parabola,

I’ll whisper in your ear “shsh”
whom I love now.
that real life still lay
carefully prepared.

he’s obsessed by his loneliness.
And cold tongue with a cream sauce.
He rocketed,
Nowhere.

in the country.
it’s impossible to fall in love.
And make summer dresses
buried in textbooks,

The moon is a sphere
A book.
forever.
for the maximum…

with no kids, with no wife,
Some stains don’t come out.
The last time I saw you,
I felt something like that.

the ends of the earth…
with a candle inside,
It only believed in love.
The End

the sound of a reed-pipe
silent for so long.
I love your mother because…
the whole truth today.

I understand.
endless lying.
A loving son to his dear dad
Her husband’s death was pretty

A man can start over again
thick, exaggerated.
People just watch television
Today, lonely souls don’t know

Men are afraid of women
This is the black currant bush
waiting downstairs.
It’s a mystery.

All the words I’ve so
and that takes time.
I’ve always pretended
unmarried women is closed.

If I’m guilty of hurting you,
from gauzy cotton.
The pillows, too.
of my hand.

So many years have passed…
You wonder what do men want.
A waltz has begun,
you feel like howling.

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Aparajito

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and the blue is ocean.
and the blushing lotus blooms?
It’s evening.
It’s the Earth.
All kinds of things.

Dear Mother,
one thing or another.
O Lord of the world,
You’re burning up.
ornamented

There’s a door open.
with the crescent moon
and I long to see you.
Where do thrush
to her hiding place

Give me your word.
that fills your soul
Sparklers, silver stars,
on Krishna’s breast.
Two rooms facing south

There are snakes out here.
for the sweets.
and camphor,
She weeps with her head
and windows closed

the greenest land of all.
and adorned with serpents,
These are biographies
where on tender grass
the clear tones

“Lay flowers at my feet
he’d fallen down unconscious.
My boy…
Invite him in.
Where grain sways

The mother died,
you’ve lost your appetite.
books like these,
those devoted to you
do they speak a tongue

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The Commissar

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a knife in my heart.
A pail of black blood,
fairy tales.
Your waist.
It weighs no less

You remember, my dear love
pacing like a beast in a cage.
sick with every disease possible.
because you’re the mother.
Was the prettiest ever cloud.

a newborn screams his lungs out
for a woman’s skirt!
all in blood.
When a new
I swear to God, I knew

the horses will knock you down.
and it just breaks your heart
We got a baby boy.
My little treasure.
He’s wasting me,

On the third day…
Lullaby…
that’s what she’s sucked out of me.
An iron.
has lost her mind.

for a woman, hips are everything.
people swallow gunpowder for it,
Our river dried in the wood
I’m very sorry.
…God created.

Scarlet fever, and diphtheria,
the harmony of working people
looking for something,
I’ve drunk so much iodine
even stones cry.

That gentile woman has gone
Where’s a bush, there’s a leaf
The End
We were so happy
It seems it stopped.

and for the sake of our bright future,
dresses are made,
thought of this to our misfortune?
O Lord, do not hide Your face
Hold the baby.

Yes, we’ve got our pretty face
this angel.
All our life
Oh, my best calico skirt
Sailing over our heads

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