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Runover
02:39
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Run over by your mother
Three blocks down from your home
I am lying on the road
Your mum’s breath seized up
Mrs Keywest cannot believe
What has just happened
Looking around and seeing nothing,
She looks around one last time, staggers back into the car, turns the key, goes past me and flees.
I am looking at your receding Texas plate
The Dutch tilt gives me nausea
Mrs Keywest, here’s a tenner for Tony
Can I drop by after lunch, if I’m feeling any better?
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Coloana Infinitului
05:22
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On the other bank, stands Lil Do
I dunno where I’m headed
In the Endless Column
I’m in bear guts
The bear is in a huge rubber ducky
From Ho Chi Minh
In the duck is a Fabergé egg
An egg from the storefront of a 24/7 jewelers on Nevsky Prospekt
On the other bank, stands Lil Do
I dunno where I’m headed
In the Endless Column
I’m wearing my father’s belt
The belt is faux leather
Skin on my head
The head lives in a rental
I’m lying in a bar
On a couch wearing my father’s belt
On the other bank, stands Lil Do
I dunno where I’m headed
Smoothly flowing along with the Column
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I did it for the birds
04:04
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You mean, that obscure hijacked flight
That blew up over the Karelian Isthmus
Killing some unknown people
Whom barely anybody mourned?
I did it for the birds.
And as remains and carry-ons
Were descending onto swampy forest clearings
The skies roared as they never did before
And flocks of seagulls took home red droplets on their pointed wings
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4. |
A fantastic composition
02:17
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Moscow, 1967, watercolor, 30x40
Unknown artist
We are in the drawing
On a bench near a day hospital
waiting for him to come out
Near by, a child holds a ball on the pavement
A woman with a stroller
Put her bag on our bench
A babushka in a charcoal coat
and a headscarf
Tightly holds my mother in her arms
I’m not there yet
I’m not there yet
A fantastic composition
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5. |
Katatsumoridako
02:13
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The last thing Katatsumoridako,
an ancient giant mollusk, saw
Was a blazing bright rainbow.
The last thing he heard
Was his own fading pulse.
The last thing he remembered
Was his former life, the one before last.
Her name, her long wet hair,
A fast car he bought
And crushed on the wrong side of the road.
And in the air, suddenly saturated with gasoline and oil,
“You can buy meat only in a marketplace!”
Hung her regular phrase cut short
As a half-finished drawing.
Valera has quite an eye for photography
His grasp of space and time
Stuns me so deeply
That I do not quite believe it
As I don’t believe in a higher consciousness, apart from my own.
In his former life before last, Katatsu never went to see movies.
In his former life, he was an ugly stupid woman,
Now he's a mollusk
Next, he will be reborn as one of Valera’s photos, framed on a wall, covering a crack.
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