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New York, July

New York, July, stifling heat.
Sweat, dust... and laziness.
Smell of burning and grease
Colors of neon and fluorine
Three AM, two blocks east
Tenor saxophone, on a window
 
The sound is black and blue as night
Music in red and gold
New York, July, in your nostrils
an icy silence? Cocaine
An unfamiliar room, mirror, caresses
Smells, poppers and sex
 
New York, July, my hands sliding,
chilled tequila, down your tights
Three words typewritten
 
Soaked T-shirt, gasoline
Teenage girls, rollerskating
Funky music, volume pumped up
Skin-tight tracksuit, long socks
Golden atmosphere, glitter dust,
blue eyelids of pale skinned girls.
in a gasp.
Overheated Harley, shadows,
leather jackets, dust.
 
New York, July, scorched with Africa
up to 125th street
removes her jewelry and falls asleep.
Five AM right next to the harbor,
a yellow cabn the blue smoke,
tenor saxophone, clouded, glassy eyes
 
Lady Liberty bleeds in a showcase
 
Statue, crown of thorns
 
Lady Liberty bleeds in a showcase
Statue, crown of thorns
 
New York, July
New York, July
 

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Pyromaniac

Since the Amazon, I have more of my house
I stay up all night from the ozone, I already love it
Nighttime joyride, blue night ride
A life dreamed out loud
Between the shells and La Cienega
I take yellow taxis on the four lane highways
As a pay phone without a voice, I sing softly
I will always love you
Pyromaniac boy seems to get away to the South, the North
To never stay with me
She tells me “I’m leaving” like an obstacle that we elude, then
Declares her flame failed
I wanted to love her gamma ray beam
I burn at the casino like a piece of wood
Magnetic field, seismic wave
Dynamo effect
I desert no man’s land, the front lines
It gives me skull wrinkles, it doesn’t rejuvenate There are only firemen that don’t burn
When they play with fire
Pyromaniac boy seems to get away to the South, the North
To never stay with me
She tells me “I’m leaving” like an obstacle we elude, then
Declares her flame failed
 

Like The Night

She came to me, she was as silent as the night,
Like night she looked at me with her eyes like field violets,
Like night where timid dew reflected starry islets,
She came to me, exactly same in her own right,
As tranquil darkness, as the dreamy silken night.
 
Her single look has pierced deep into inner stratum,
Where in mute looking glass my other self resides,
And I am like her face, she's like my shadow side,
We stare in silence into depth that we can't fathom,
That burns as starry, bottomless, and mystic chasm.
 
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Любовь закончилась

Не бойся меня
Я ухожу
Когда ты спишь, я умираю
Ты не рядом, не можешь видеть
Не без вины, не можешь плакать
 
Это не игра, я знаю, что не смогу вернуться
Я не сожалею, я вижу конец
Ищу место камня, разбитого вдребезги
Я знаю, если во тьму упадёт, то потеряется
 
Так потеряйся же, не проблема
Так потеряйся же, камень мой
Так потеряйся же, пусть будет землёй
Так потеряйся же, любовь закончилась
 
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I'm Fine

Color of expired hope,
odor of a dead star,
like an out-of-tune saxophone
playing smoke from the flame.
 
A voice pulls me back home,
and another tells me I'm God.
A queen controls me with her gaze,
and eats up my heart with her mind.
 
I'm fine, if I see you today
or if I hear words that I don't know what they say.
I'm fine, if I see you today
or if the waves are colored brown.
I don't understand blind love
of poems about windmills,
I don't understand the art of being
a domestic bird trying to fit in with the wind.