Always two

In Letters

ONLY LETTERS

We cherish letters
Read in the other eyes
Letters orchestrate on the elementary meanings of love
Their chord holds on eyelash on eyebrow among fingers
And we pick the lint with the lips
Mercy, Mercy
I'd eat a plate of G
I'd drink a glass of hot V
My beloved, read it in the left eye
And everything else you'll find there
(probably Greek letters too, vestiges from Algebra)
And for diversion the letters you may cord and pull
Made one thread close to end (less)
And try to revel in its knots
My pass and born
The M (ood) of my hate, the M (ood) of knowing
M - s are in the store for M (y) ToMorrow's
Octopus And others letter of our fear
And others letters of our fever,
From which we never reap the words.

SIGNS

The coffee cup bears signs of impatience
The carpet - signs of beginning
My face bears signs of extinguished cigarettes and coimbra
Down town six - as tallies tattooed in steppe locust tree -
The letters starting with
A bleeding stroke in the middle by grenades
In poplars - the empty vestiges of week days that paled and felt
(only Thursday frailly hangs in the oblivion blow)
The paper is tarnished by traces of incurable disease
Called love or devil knows how
Signs behind signs at school signs after all (signs)
Syllables in bulk-the remains of our demolished poem
Iodine signs on an eternal cobweb
The signs of those permitted the signs of those prohibited
Arbitrary signs into a mystery without the key
Sextant's signs grasping the errors of your relief
Preserved years and milleniums in an onyx retina.

LATE

Late after the love's mid
after the sun and fertile rains
at the dusk before the afternoon agony
into the hail(storm) and parrot before the night
but first of all after
the love's mid
it turns into a grove and a philosophical glade
the ancestors dully interferes
the solitude and the hazard
devil knows form where
The automobile the kilos the philosophy's pillars
and why not the philosophical little calculus
a violent ostrich scrape for worms
the gold bug gets the first hand stars
rack offers swinging opportunities
and a asymptotic curve suddenly symptotic ends
O Elements of landscape in foreign languages
furtive pirogues bear the holly fire
on the Hades waters
(towards the positive pole)
at the foot of (holly)Sunday's land
on a beauteous side
a mill sailed on the stream
soul's grief
full of musket's seeds
grows of use
O the Anarchy of landscape in foreign languages after after after love's mid

THE NIGHT'S SIGNAL WITHOUT LOVE

A do with or without dies jumps from cigarette's smoke
Attention A E- MI with or without mid
flies away form phone's circle
Attention
Some words crushed flying
THERE ARE LOTS OF MAJUSCULES VICTIMS
THERE ARE LOTS OF MINUSCULES VICTIMS
OER and ERO AMI and MIAMI and MIA
A C sharp appeared behind a photo of yours
Signal of FORBIDDEN signal of STRCTLY signal
of CITY HALL'S ORDINANCE NOTICE
signal SLUGGISH signal TERRIBLE signal
From the most profoundly nocturnal flight the night vestals
Silently and monomial cross without love the paths of
glory crematory
Somewhere a frog cries
is crying me
Somewhere a canteen leaks
is leaking me
Somewhere a rilke dies
is dying me
Somewhere sun into the night
is passing me
Somewhere a train with love exfoliated out from the engine
in the heels
was living me
at the mauve signal of loveless death

ALMANACS

In this big cauldron
In which the seconds boil the stars are reconditioned
In this terrible cauldron of all cauldrons
where the dromedary emerges hump-backed and the octopus
tentacular In this big cauldron In which you undid the poisonous tunic
of Hercules
And drew large veils to run in circles
You- yet and ever prisoner of this cauldron
In this cauldron
In which chiseled-to-blood gorillas transformed
into humans
A neither head or tail bleeding
And everything leaks between waste banks
And everything is playing chanting at the strings
In this big cauldron
In which you are the prisoner
The hours stay around and wisely
Offer you few skilled advises
And spread some soft and ordinary carpets
They healed some little wounds and irritations
In this big cauldron the leopards and (?) sleep
Emblems and effigies mutually devour themselves
Assigned to everyone
You are the prisoner of the afflicted dream
You are the prisoner of the Damocles' sword
of printed paper fear
in din of gluttonous and garrulous instants
In this big cauldron
In which you are the prisoner of field of flames
flying
from the alpha and omega and even beyond I swear
order can be done:
take your weapons
take your ink and plant some milestones
- present and past sights
- You hasten restless in the world
the trajectory of bisect words
to the mute wall of your captivity.

SERENE AGONY

The hoodoo the street's crocodile the street's floors herald
the separation
You turned into a little weasel and you disappeared
Oh who saw you with his immense caustic eyes
As some clothes of camouflage
Why did you ascend in his sight - a telepher into (to ramain) unknown
Why didn't listen to the warnings of blue's hues
Connoisseur your beauty asked for the eternal endings
I could rummage into the Fall as in the baths so properly called Felix
I could bring Arrant at hand of your armpit
Behind the eyelids remained
Few genuine hectares of time
After expiation sufficient culpable (ones) remained
After all you were connoisseur
Beauty is cutting - every crock of second feels like
an evening star and patch of (?) considers itself Hallelujah
It is the tarnished hour when by the sternum erupts the absence as a reservoir

REPERTORY

On the beach in
September I am as dull and sad as a deer can be
On sand the steps are writing in hieroglyphs
This ever callow love
Geo Bogza has a colossal passing on the beach
It is one in a thousand chance
The full moon kingfisher and the others
Poising me with poetry
This view the most beautiful and melancholic in the world
Notre amour est noble et tragique
The autumn was never been so beauteous
After all these what can I say
Let walk into the sea to face waste
Of words and serene beauty
Of salt epoch we saints sextons
We the fated ones for the possible life
WARNINGS
Geo Bogza:
"love…this remarkable event at which the oceans should participate with their depth and immensity"
It is not infinity is zero
If you aren't here huge reptiles overflows from sea
If you say veto the light becomes gelatin
If you die the words will seize the power
If your love fatigued we'll pass into mollusks' age
If your window is no more opened the crematory form bedroom will devour you If you have alibis you'll lose sight
If you drain through fingers you'll turn into stalactite
If wait for peace you'll mummify in green
If you live for mountain you'll eat livers of prometheus
If never
If nevermore