Golf Show Minneapolis

While in town the night falls




Langue poetry, not even the poet who serves
borrows the language
cold bottles
to survive and wait
sunsets on the terrace of an old inn
tussle with homeless people and ghosts
soaked hands dirty tears.
not your baby needs from the original passion
who prefer the treetops
balances abysmal words.
not need to Agnes remained without a husband.
do not need to blackmail the priest who uses universal.
do not need the dog laying down the moon.
no use at night peeping degrade less discreet. You do not need
all'innamorato, damn poem,
what she understands the words that are never in a row,
beautiful and clean, safe, even when wrong, even when innocent
cruel, bloody poetry! * No need to
Olenin, the altar boy dumb
caressing the keys of the organ, while
Marjanka * play in the garden. Ah,
know how to sing the poetry-think-ah,
able to sing!





* protagonists of the story of Leo Tolstoy's "The Cossacks"