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Hearts In Past Continuous

One day we carved into some tree
the initials of our names
and let it bloom like our love
which gradually withered away.
And the tree with that carved letters
fell down for the needs of others
and it was cut to decks.
And they were made into a chest
or a chair
or a bed
or a shelf.
And even if it’s just a memory now
there’s still something inside us 
that starts to flicker from time to time.
And we probably have the same chest
or a chair
or a bed
or a shelf
at our homes somewhere.

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Inspired by wonderful writings of Richard Brautigan; may he rest in peace.

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Diaries From Distant Shores II

PART II.

IV. 
there's no turning back...
when the landscapes change, when the rains come
submerged in solitary conversations
I'm unworthy to left gifts at your feet
so I wait and sleep in this desolate bothy
shattered and painfully conscious
and it's like descending the slippery cliffs
even if some of them have withstood a thousand storms
it's been a mindless voyage led by the lack of sobriety
right when you found my incomplete letters
and your blurred outlines were drifted ashore
leaving the white lines carved in the sand

V.
how far...
would we go in a bottomless boat? 
that's where I seek the point of continuation
but one day they'll throw away all of your belongings 
down to the bottomless chasm of memories
and it will stalk me through the mainland 
haunt me even at the bottom of the ocean
knowing that life of unfulfilled desires is like an immortal pilgrim
shrinking in the darkest nook of guilt 
but I believe that our paper boat is unsinkable
in loving memory of sweet melancholy
we'll sing the shepherd's ballads by the jetty

VI.
I'll hold your hand...
through the final ascend from hazy lowlands
'cause I know there's certainly a rebirth awaiting 
as lost love leaves scars in the countryside
and each night I can't resist 
the lighting of the south side beacon
the ageless beacon that will shine on our way
when your shy retinas turn to flowers
and hide away from moonlit skies
I'm sinking in smoothness of your skin
stitching your heart to mine 
and letting it sail away in a bottle
while you're still shivering beside me 
as a reminder of our mortality
enchanted by the divine music
flying in a great heights like two starving gulls
over the freezing sea of abstractions
waterlogged and malcontented
we will abandon the terminal beach
we'll leave together in the air
and greet every star without exception

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Balloons, Cats, Drinks Except the Curry

better to be back in black
said Brett Boe
Coca-Cola for coy cat
replied Carla Coe
draw the duck down in dew
whispered Donna Doe
fries feed feisty firebugs
claims Frankie Foe
good guys grumble about golf
implies Grant Goe
hairy hilltops hide hat heroes
stated Harry Hoe
jackal junior joined the jazz jam
assured Jackie Joe
kings kneel before koala
declares Karren Koe
lonely lady lies in a lake
spoke Larry Loe
meanwhile muses moan in mud 
complained Martha Moe
never nail the night in a nutshell
giggles Norma Noe
pisco for poor pigs in pubs!
shouts Paula Poe
quite quirky for quag queen
blabbed Quincy Qoe
rebel riders rule the roads
stated Ralphie Roe
only silly ships sail south 
claimed Sammy Soe
triple taco tripped on telly
said Tammy Toe
violet violins vanish in vain
confirmed Vince Voe
waxy waffles weep on wire
told William Woe
Yeti yells at yummy yaks
asserts Yvonne Yoe
zig zag zone is zipped and zapped
finished Zack Zoe

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The Boy In the Old Truck

there’s a boy in the old rusty truck
standing by the railway station
he’s sitting in the shabby cabin
sitting in the air draught
for days and months and years every day
watching the busy crosswalk
and crowds of thousand varying faces
trying to remember each one of them
imagining their pains and pleasures
building a structure of their abstract characters
through his cautious eyes of melancholy
and now I joined him,
but suddenly – he leaves
and I can’t take my eyes off the scene
in a short distance in front of the vehicle
there’s a boy in the old rusty truck

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*based on my dream*

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Million Mice Vs Cat

nobody here, 
nobody there

I enjoy my breakfast on Jupiter
scattered
and radiant
the shimmery shoreline
rumbles in redness
in sickened harmony

nobody here, 
nobody there

the reckless arsonist
has a talent
of unknown origin 
what an illusory
amazing paradox

condemned for heresies
for an enormity
to the final battle
mice will march

nobody here, 
nobody there

surrounded by
a surreal dominion
strangely through daytime
there is a crux
a rebus
a flux
just like crusaders
for the revelation
mice will march

the order is broken
they will deduce
and I just sit
with a bottle in hands
and watch in silence
nice mice fight
against
the creepy coral cat

still

nobody here, 
nobody there

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Thalassophobia, I Love You

they say that there's a dance hall
right beneath this lake of sawdust
where underwater towns
have gone astray
and I can hear the harpies
the bagpipes
and I can smell
the burning petals
after we set the house ablaze

the blissful ignorance
of ghosts and revolvers
is pure nonsene 
– as coup d'état of yours
still smiling distantly
but one day your goodness 
will make you lipless, my dear
and then I will lull you by
the misty weather
verdant 
fragrant
lucidly mystical
dazzling as a bell jar glance

existence matters – ad interim
and as the old gatekeeper
uses his trembling gestures
to swing the pendulum
tell me, my plain-hearted one: 
ruby red or beryl blue? 
does it really matter to you? 
with all your childish devotion

please release 
the drones

'cause thou art lost
and love is the law
love under will

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A Petrified Conjunction

A petrified conjunction(?)

what a strange day...
for a martyr of missing time
born in the urn grove
among the burning embers
born on the wrong side of the tracks

what a strange day...
for an unknown hero
living in his restless chamber 
his head like an ice-breaker
his uniform of ivory tears

what a strange day...
for a night in a boiler room
mais la nuit est mon amie
so let's talk about the lousy
plane crash avalanche

what a strange day...
for this nightmare paradise 
la princesse est très curieuse
and her calculated motifs
like a transcription factor

what a strange day...
for this residue of a pattern
rarely essential by your knowledge
beyond the nucleotide sacrifice
of all the negated literals

there's nothing to think about
– let's eliminate the principle! 
inside an empty hillside manor 
of the cosmos Demiurge
in the name of all rhetoric solutions

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The Blue Hour

visions of atmosphere
scattered illuminate
faintly lid, the world is blear
the latitude of nighttime sky
flaunts itself on a silhouette pier
evening gives up to nautical dusk
sightings of air on skin are brusk
still there’s a residue
of eerie mystic hue
covering wet rocks
lighthouses through and through
deserted cityscapes
queues of sea mews
moments of magic
making the time subdue
moments of faraway
mists tinged gold and blue

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Carnival of No Return

they say that
the traveling carnival
will visit our town soon
whether the weather
has been lately
somehow filled with gloom

and I'm just lurking
by the railway tracks
waiting for the ghostly train
and feel in my bones
that something wicked
is on it's sinister way

buy the ticket, 
take the ride! 
shout the jolly jesters
through danse macabre
balloons and darts
to the house of wacky waxworks

the imaginarium
lures everyone in
to explore the forbidden
fantasies of lust
with unknown consequences
something's just wrong
with this carnival of rust

what about the somber freakshow
the panopticon
the maze of terrors
thrills and spills
skeletal knife throwers
bizarre exhibitions
dark amusements
or a carousel that kills

beware the carnivores
of the eerie carnival
don't go there when it arrives
beware the devilish attractions
don't believe
the bait of fun times

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Cars

cars pass by
the hospital
by the crematory
and emit exhaust fumes
and the chimneys
by the crematory
they emit smoke
emit the dead
from Dante's Inferno
and we breathe them
we breathe death
and sneeze a lot