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.

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.

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

I look for every face known and all I've never met

are feet on this and that pavement, this and that street

I might as well ask one or two in case I've forgotten

they will turn to me stumped, mumble and step away

being feet as they are

each case is broken, each case is mine and foreign

they are laid out on tables around me and they talk

I understand nothing

they've seen brighter colors more than once

before this monochromatic prism of meat and bones

I would look over the distant chime

something warm would ooze from my ears

there would be one time for first if you lived through arrays

and as many times as you can stuff in your share if you afforded the hope

if I double the years, the clouds will be the same

closer to nothing

then I'll understand.

'You should've died when you were young'

diluted as that happiness may have been

it left and finished among the dilation and the dilatation

'You should've died when you were young'

clean, pure with every hand out in the air

every one of the nine, fourteen, seven

now oh now the gleam in everyone's eye

reflects the natural light of the sun like all jaundice birds

fly and crawl upon the city you miss

now oh now the gleam in everyone's eye

is under the aborted perspective of creation

every step and every little death were challenged

'You should've died when you were young'

the papers have yet to follow the color of the skin

and the sclerae and the inner of the lips

'You should've died when you were young'

now oh now the gleam in everyone's eye

will keep you until you rot alive