translated by Marichka Oliynyk
* * *
I am hiding
in a corner,
eating
quietly, sleeping quietly.
Suddenly –
someone threw a hook.
I am
nibbling.
Floating as a fish and rummaging in a silt.
Maybe carp,
maybe sheatfish.
I am on the
bottom, mule is on the top
drinking
water and falling asleep.
The mule,
heat and summer are on the top.
I am
keeping to the depth.
Prominent
actor, not Chaplin – Keaton,
has dreams
about me.
Deep
Mississippi.
A raft is
floating, and on the raft
Indians,
hippies
arranged
dancing,
putting
tipi,
having
golden skin.
ะกhildren of flowers, all are bright,
consciousness is widened to the limit.
There Jesus
is giving weed to Barabbas,
and «The Beatles» is arising from the towers of Babel.
As for me –
I am just a fish,
floating
and rummaging in a silt.
Dancing,
singings, shouts, wheezes are heard from the top,
noise and
boom are heard from the top.
Suddenly became quietly. Shhhh, not a word!
I felt
silent, stopped and pretending
like I am
forging quiet in myself.
Suddenly – someone threw a hook.
I am nibbling.
15.05.2010
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translated by Khrystyna Mykhailiuk
9:1
sick beast wanders the dead zone
the bar where you met
other places which she visits
the district where she lives
the lanes along which she gets to her workplace –
you steer clear of all these places
(though sometimes you needn't)
you don't use the tram
by which she goes home
(though sometimes you need)
and what is the purpose of all that?
and the purpose is
not to come across her accidentally
and rape her directly in the street
right in front of everyone's eyes
sick beast wanders the dead zone
---
dialogue of the divorced
were
you unfaithful?
with
plenty of but on one occasion with everyone
and
you?
I was
with one but on plenty of occasions
you'll return to me
no
it wasn't a question
then
yes
and
for how long this time?
till the end
until death do us part
good
I'll
buy you a handgun
---
before I relent and slip out
it would be a beautiful,
almost divine job
unless there weren't a forced necessity
to leave her alone in bed with her orgasm after everything has
happened
(she coils,
doesn't shout anymore
doesn't beseech
makes muffled sounds by a whisked breath)
and to go to the bathroom to wash the hands
full of warm sperm
and then to return
to lie down near her
and for
a few minutes more
like
beasts
to
smell into sex
hence
don't ask why I don't come
why
from time to time I stop
I stop to continue
I don't come to drag out for the moment
when being exhausted and wet
we fall asleep
absorbed by each other
---
schism
what is the most doleful thing in the world?
when a bottle is over
when cigarettes are over
when grass is over
but these are trifles
the most doleful thing is when she says:
don't
you mind to stay the night at
your own place?
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