Sinai
there's nothing where's nothing
meaning nothing
there's call above the desert over all
forget my steps forget my pray and chassis
take off the land of weird falling fault
**
when the saints go Marching out,
when you breathе from underground,
when you in and out of water,
and no sight of shore around,
kill the beast and hold your flag
up above the sinking thug,
thugging everythung you cherish -
right between the ribs.
unplug.
**
sometimes they think it is verse.
sometimetimes they don't know.
red is the colour of rare,
white is the tink of glow,
sand is the very true -
passion through fingertips.
one never comes afloat
even when all saints tease.
**
once into it one goes throu'
a horrid mess of fighting hopes
as when divided like a rope
into a blasphemy and bless
where there's always something cooking
inside it hurts and tears apart
bid for a sigh die for a look and
feel burning hot
glaze very far
away...
**
and when it comes to nuts
you always listen
is it of Nat or net or not
I take my blood and pour it
and I whistle
forget forgot forgotten
by the God
**
one flew over it,
nobody finds him.
look at the stalling porch
and sing this song.
the sand is missing,
the soul becomes a desert
when you try to guide her,
better kill it strong.
so why should you be there -
honey,honey...
no one brings Canada
back to the Isles.
he called me a jackass
and i was his let-off.
don't be reading
and don't be wise.
**
then somebody will talk to me
of death and knowledge
I try to help and I will never listen
for if it is a lantern down the road
one cannot see the light at speedy highway
we drive it and we know it and we take it
but
in the morning light the mouse is paler
let there be the night for me whenever
I don't see hear read or touch The One
**
a song,a cry,a hymn -
what do you do?!..
when nothing comes
from nothing,by that Willie?
by Nat?by silly Sash?
by wiser eses?
by curlie girl in Moscow?
by the friend -
to-be-or-not-to-be.
that - is the question?
we run the countries
off the way of evil.
we try to be,
but there's lack of fortune,
of time,of touch,of everything
we need...
**
iced lipton tea
does not suit as much
as a cold shower
hope both shall be
of any sensed help
for when i pray for you
it's to an absent Lord
or could it be my prayers
mean anything to Him
with all those obsolete
half-words and silly notions?
there is one life and death
and nothing in between
no love no sympathy
no passion no compassion
no rock comes to the sea
no sound enters lips
no stone comes off the wave
yet only for a moment
which i don't have at all
april 2006