1
writing to Ko'Dosyn whose friend Sole Path
They say
All the way-doors
Are open for us.
But I'm in doubts
how many doors are doomed for us
Althrough i'm certain that there's only one way for us.
Sole path.
2
If you try to pour
some beer of poetry
into the galb of verse.
At first the only thing you'll see
will be the foam of words
3
Tokens
and frauds
and fancies,
et cetera et cetera -
it's all strange for me:
i'm after truth here -
though it is bitter, though it is sour, though it is briny,
though it is any and still like awl
it will be never hidden in the bag.
I've fallen into pushold, not long ago
and barely got out there
and now i can't mop myself out:
no smell can help me,
nor one i spate,
nor one i drink.
And chronic cold
can't help me...
Perhaps
you can't hear my malodour,
but i'm not stashing it,
and i'm not hiding, no.
4
I'm roaming midst the winter,
I'm freezing by the way - no odds.
And on the homeward train
I'm getting warmer
to forget about the cold...
But frost remembers me:
he waits for me on platform, knacky -
BLIMEY!
I spit in a temper -
lip cracks -
I smile in anger
writing to Ko'Dosyn whose friend Sole Path
They say
All the way-doors
Are open for us.
But I'm in doubts
how many doors are doomed for us
Althrough i'm certain that there's only one way for us.
Sole path.
2
If you try to pour
some beer of poetry
into the galb of verse.
At first the only thing you'll see
will be the foam of words
3
Tokens
and frauds
and fancies,
et cetera et cetera -
it's all strange for me:
i'm after truth here -
though it is bitter, though it is sour, though it is briny,
though it is any and still like awl
it will be never hidden in the bag.
I've fallen into pushold, not long ago
and barely got out there
and now i can't mop myself out:
no smell can help me,
nor one i spate,
nor one i drink.
And chronic cold
can't help me...
Perhaps
you can't hear my malodour,
but i'm not stashing it,
and i'm not hiding, no.
4
I'm roaming midst the winter,
I'm freezing by the way - no odds.
And on the homeward train
I'm getting warmer
to forget about the cold...
But frost remembers me:
he waits for me on platform, knacky -
BLIMEY!
I spit in a temper -
lip cracks -
I smile in anger
