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fuck August

and you will fear death not
after all those transparent lukewarm sips
so many, even my finger looks like a maiden

the pale rose petals I baked
are pale enough to make me sick
and be sold as love

walk the stairs up, walk them down
one step is granted
the wrong before you collapse

heat and moist more willing than the most
available and ready

fuck August
and you will fear death now
.

#11

Lying in the river of time,
often the waves of woe
have entirely submerged me.
In wandering and in prison cells
I spent my very precious youth,
my life
like yours
has been seared.

Ai Qing
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Sun over seas
not the perfect weather to return ourselves
amidst the dearest of the waves
hands and feet and heads are sailing.
Another part of given time
drowned before our eyes.
The lisps stay lax
marking our way through
the gutter to the ocean.
Seven deaths afar
there lies, terrifying,
the clarity of our integrated surfaces.

(selbst)

Today has been
every day has been

imitations
I don't
I don't either

where to
nowhere to

he told me 50.000 times not to exaggerate didn't he didn't.

Too bad

The bond of the second
that comes amongst an ocean
of irrelevant presence

the smell and the offense
nothing unpleasant to this
let the rest complain

it keeps flashing in my head
all escaped desires gathered

-

where again I find you
discover and explore like virgin land
where again I touch you
weep and smile, first faith and last

-

I've been the great lover
three good years now, at times better at times worse
at times more of a hater

words traveled their circles
came back over themselves

-

empty hands
I stepped back sipped the gin
where again I find where again
only where dead or asleep
a bitter loss

-

I never existed
you were for a route

too bad.

b10

Μου λείπουνε οι νύχτες της γλύκας
και τα τραπέζια που στέκονταν στραβά
τα ποτήρια γλιστρούσαν και τα έπιανε η Ρωσίδα
πώς τη λέγανε να δεις

οι νύχτες της γλύκας
αρχίδια κι αυτές ήταν νύχτες τέτοιων ημερών
όπως όλες
οι νέες πόλεις ανοίγονται εύκολα
οι νέες πόλεις ανοίγονται εύκολα

κι έχω ξεχάσει μια χαρά κάθε άλλο
ό,τι πέρασε ξυστά και είχε γρέζια
η αρρώστεια έμεινε για πάντα
κρίμα

πότε θα διώξω αυτόν τον ήχο
πότε θα διώξω αυτόν τον ήχο
το αίμα με σουρώνει όταν
κυλάει έξω
πανέμορφο

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καημένες γειτονιές η μια πάνω στην άλλη
σπίτια καβαλημένα και γριές κάθονται έξω
το πάρκο με τα πολύχρωμα φώτα
το σπίτι σου που έβλεπε
κι εγώ δεν ξέρω πού έβλεπε

τα κύμματα και ο προβολέας και το ποδήλατο
όλα συνοστισμένα
ιδρώτας
οι νέες πόλεις ανοίγονται εύκολα
οι νέες πόλεις ανοίγονται εύκολα

σάρκινη αηδία
ο πονοκέφαλος παρών