Эх... Нравятся мне парни такого типа внешности. Сама не знаю почему.
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Rain
And,
After the rain,
Our umbrella
Becomes a cane,
And, "Whatever will become of us?"
Becomes "...became."
(Дождь
Так,
после дождя
зонт тростью
становится прямо в руках.
и "Что бы ни стало с нами?"
Становится... стало.)


Fly
Where, and when, and if,
I die
I desire to revisit this filth
As a fly
and on some squalid afternoon
Fly smack into your bathroom,
Small and black,
And crawl all over
Your naked young back.
I know you imagine I'm a sensitive man,
But I'm afraid that's just
The kind of fly
I am.

Another Night
We talked all evening about the end of the world
Until it was the end of the evening,
And freezing outside
And we agreed
It had nothing to do with us.
The bus arrived and we said good, and bye, and tried to hug in direct correlation
To the total of our affection to date.
It was very late,
Or very early,
When I put my key in the door.
And I sat in my bed
And looked for lumps on my skin.
And thinking about the end of the world,
I waited for the world to begin.
(Другая ночь
Пока мы обсуждали конец света,
Наш вечер подошел к концу.
Замерзнув, мы достигли соглашенья,
Что нам уже не до того.

Пришел автобус, с ним прощанье,
Объятья откровенной связи и свиданья.

И было уже поздно, или рано,
Когда ключи я повернул в замке;
Сидел в кровати, изучал на коже ранки.
И вдруг мелькнуло: В окончанье света
Я предвкушал его начало.)


Descent
He'd been let down so often
His brow was on the floor
But then they found
A small hole in the ground
And let him down some more.
(Падение
Ему так часто приходилось падать.
Казалось, в дно уже уперся лбом,
но отыскалась небольшая
в земле под ним другая яма,
чтоб ниже, глубже пасть он мог.)


Love Poem
Er....
Yes....
The moon was booked to appear in this poem,
But due to stress
and overwork,
Countless appearances in sonnets and haiku,
It's going to be difficult to express how much
I like you.
It's been holding it's breath
And turning blue,
Once in a while.
Smiling for children,
Styling the tide.
Inspiring sex,
And suicide.
A backlog of allusions to deal with.
Feelings to justify.

It's done very well for a lump of white rock,
With a peak time slot in the night sky,
Sharing top billing with it's straight man, the sun, The best double act
in kingdom not come.

Mystified and delighted
With the interest shown
By painters
And writers
And people alone.
But at the last minute NASA phoned
And bumped up the residuals,
So your poem's been postponed.
I'm sorry.

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