what you should have said
is so easy now!
and ready on the tip
of your brain!

it hurts when you think
against your will!
of all that could have
cleansed the now!

Soporiferous dreams

put me in my place

of waning the long

dawn Home


I’ll stack all these bricks

just as they should

And cry at What I

have to forget


When it slips your hand

there’s a vague attention

fixed on the Back

of the Ghost


and it only leaves you

at the moment of Wake

as the headache

pulls you to Day

I only have one Handle

It's Made of bits of clay

It sticks right Out

Between my Lips

Daring the Girls to Play!

Moscow: 22 September: 7pm MST: Eurasia: Russian Federation

"I have seen / wonderful things..."

You're always alone

In moments of change

Even if your ears sense voice


And you're always numb

Tallying what you've lost

And feeling your skin anew

god i hate the sunrise

when you aren't here

god it's all just

sickening hope

the light off the

offwhite ceiling

and all my

measured breathing

the room

is still heavy

of you


it senses

every bone

I dare

bring inside



your eyes

still catch

unwary mirrors



cursing

at the space

that you

left behind

end of days -

i can feel its pace

hasten my breath -



rain on the brink

of a clear cold sky

promising touch

to your pain -

and - desire is - strong -

- when - variants are few -

time is just a word, you know

and dates, even worse

when they approach, the words

rubs out the dark fictions,

that hold you before the fall

summer keeps us cold
in the promise of tanned skins
and all then open skies
of the world and more and more

the sounds of the water
streaming on glass, and bleach of
the reddening sun
finds more ways of promise

until winter hold our breath

skij yesh on... losing strength.... in blog posting...

for some reason safari keeps crashing on blogger.

anyone know why?

so i have to load up firefox any time i want to post.

i'll get more on it, friends.

for one, i'll get some more tallinn photos up.

just turned down a job to be an international silicon buyer - i think i'm the better for turning it down.

though i am about to start work on translation griboedov's WOE FROM WIT {gore ot uma}


more soon....

The city awakes
oil spat
sleepy eyed
corn crusted at the edges
with its thumbs around your balls
night was fields: night was cool water
night washed all of the heady scum in
the thorn-water of neon forgetting
yes, that was when
you could breathe!
the city does not allow
the same around the streetlights
once you can see from all sides
learn to walk with that grip, lad,
and keep the smells to yourself.