There was a famed Missus in Amherst,
Who married three times in her home nest;
Her two Lords - ere the third -
Lay low deep in the dirt
And were probably cussing in earnest.

(c)kRu, 12.11.2011

you bite my toes -

that evokes
a wondering frenzy
that all of the
previous lovers
were (are)
just a bit (?)
selfish and lazy...

you tickle my feet
and all over a bit
and lap up
and lap up
and up my belly
and press foreheads
and my insides rally
for -
that there may be
more wondrous heedful lovers
who'd find
(or to look for?)
me -
quite possibly.

you softly grab
my leg in sleep,
and i almost weep
(hoping?)
realizing cautiously
that maybe,
just
may
be
there is merit in me
for an even more
wondrous and heedful
relationship -
whenever that
comes in free.

and i still feel
your spirit on me,
and hope
it will flee
as soon as
i cross the ocean -

safe in the notion
that none of us

really needs running...

(c)kRu, 07.11.(on the plane)-09.11.11

there's a pain in this heart -
it won't let me sleep,
it won't let me weep,
and it's so fucking deep
that all the insides still creep
each time i see you,
with my eyes
or my mind...

and when it does let me cry,
there's a moan in that throat -
it's a gutteral growl
it's a wail from within
it's the yowl of all wolves;

it's the deepest of wounds...

but you'll never know that;
so i do hope, at least;

but if you want to be safe -
just a hundred per cent -
don't look into these eyes;
they are never my allies...

(c)kRu, 17.10.-09.11.11

i am tired greatly
of this haughty country;
of its unfamiliar weird ways;
here -
children must be raised
towards bright riches,
and directed t'wards
predictable set phrases...
they make friends real fast,
but never stay too long;
their whole "friendship" notion
is askew
(is askew and eerily contagious):
they smile widely, saying,
"hey, i love you!" - every day;
they smile widely and persuade you,
"hey! you're awesome!" -
but those feelings end
just as they leave those bosoms.

but that haughty country
sure knows how to make life better
and
Predictable -
for everyone involved...

spare me, save me,
and release me and
relieve me
from its harrowing, morose, humongous strains,
from the fascination for its glories!..
from its incandescent,
flashy stardom;
from the titillation
of its "havens"!!..

(c)kRu, 05.08.11-04.11.11
* remake of an old poem written in 1995.

i am not in the mood to write...
my head is in piercing pain;
emotions are sore and haphazard;
resistance is doubling its might;
slain eyes are about to rain...

yes, my eyes have been slain -
like two lovers
by a jealous and envious third;
been rid of all chances
and glimpses -
so yenned for, like air -
of you...

they rain clear showers,
they rain crimson showers,
they flood all terrain and
shape rivers -
deep crimson-clear rivers of need,
they let my soul bleed
through their chambers...

i am not in the mood to write...
because - you've both hurt me like hell,
because - you've both played with my feelings;
because you care naught for my reelings...

i am not in the mood to write...
what did EVER i do to you?!

or, maybe, - you're simply a coward
for being a friend AND a lover?!

but that would be
artlessly easy...
or, maybe, i'm - simply - just blind?

i am not in the mood to write;
i am not in the mood to fight;
i am not in the mood for my goodness;
and for backstage-politics wooers...

(c)kRu, 03.07.-13.07.11

you've left a scar so deep
it makes me wonder -
"what the fuck?!.."
and "why"
and
"why the hell..." -
has it so deeply struck?
for -
you are NOT
Him;
and
never will be...

as
NO other lover
EVER will be.

but you...
have left...
the scar:
so deep - it hurts
from utmost far;
excluding everything
and notwithstanding tolls;
it's not genteel -
a curtain call
like that.

the heartache-bloodstained oars
still paddle that so-wobbly
boat;
whose are they? -
mine or yours?..

you've left the scar
so deep...

here - take it
back to
sort out
and to keep:

i've got...
no use...
for it!..

(c)kRu, 19.06.-27.06.11

you jumped
(or flew?)...
and everything
ended...
for us?
or
for you?
you smiled,
you
pretended...
supposed that
it's better.
so -
is there peace?
we certainly hope!

thanks for the
harsh lesson -
it should
serve us right;
it should
stress our plight;
should make us
stop squeeze
lives out of
ourselves...

that's
quite a cruel
ransom.

cross carefully,
please...

(c)kRu, 09.06.-10.06.11

a vu-melody's
inside my head...
it's wild and translucent,
but, still - in my head;
it's better be there -
than out, 'round the bend...

so hard to let go!
but - dash, dash away...
at darkness - don't stray:
stay close to the light -
hang on to its sound
and follow the music,
there's plenty around
now -
just for your choosing.

a vu-melody's -
wild and translucent
and
vivid and fleeting -
still inside my head...

so wish 'twas your face -
instead.

(c)kRu, 06.06-08.06.11

How can anything be even said aloud,
When the whole nation has the highest of doubts?
When the whole nation lives in the shadows of those doubts?
Constantly perusing their whereabouts?
Please wake me!

Are there any words to elevate the ache?
Are there any songs to ease this gnawing pain?
Are there any chants of escape for the souls from their restraints?
Any rhymes to dry tear rains?
Please wake me!

No apologies - fake or real - can help.
No pity - fake or real - can mend.
No anger - fake or real - can be spent.
Only flowers and candles - can yelp.

Yelp for the whole nation who can't speak anymore.
Who have their brothers and sisters - in their core.
Who see their brothers and sisters - to that other shore.

Don't wake me.

(c) kRu, 27.01.-31.01.11

God me
to Heaven, Creator!
guard me for eons -
out there!
'till i come up with a worthy -
a worthy something to give -
give back to
this makeshift Earth!..
to ease
this planet's
lone
pain,
aching
in each creature's
name...

(c)kRu, 06.11.2010-02.01.2011

the only reason that i breathe
is looking into your eyes,
and then i'm lost inside the whirlpool
of your lies...

and that same reason that i walk
is just a glimpse of your touch,
and then i'm lost inside the whirlwind
of your talk...

REFRAIN:
will you please me, won't you please me
like i feel you will?
i am not quite sure what is
your desire, still...

so every breath that i do take
is filled with your sweet laughter,
and then i'm lost, and there's no "after",
no "before"...

and every smile that i do stake
is drowned in our real music,
and then i'm lost, oh how i'm lost
inside your soul...

REFRAIN:
will you please me, won't you please me
like i feel you will?
i am not quite sure what is
your desire, still...

so every breath that i do take
is filled with your sweet laughter,
and then i'm lost, and there's no "after",
no "before"...

and every smile that i do stake
is drowned in our real music,
and then i'm lost, oh how i am lost
in your soul...

(c)kRu, 18.11.10

hey, sideroad girls...

why do you do it?
do you get pleasure
out of that?
or it's the money -
after that?
is there pleasure in it?
or is there money in it?
what are your friends like?
have you got any?
who are you saving?
who are you craving?
where is that father
of that child of yours?

hey, sideroad girls...

think your choice over?
follow your heart:
don't let the word "slut"
cross your life - over...

(c)kRu, 01.11.-15.12.2010

* * *

streets merge in my eyes -
where am i? what am i?
skies vanish, fall apart -
what am i? who am i?
sitting here, in the road;
in the middle of this lane -
broken, stolen and cross-legged;
songs and tunes - they still remain
the best cure for my pain!

(c)kRu, 15.11.-19.11.2010

* * *

don't complain of poverty -
hear, Egypt?
don't dare talk of poverty -
to me!

have a change of attitude -
hear, Egypt?
change your disposition
towards me!

and towards my sisters
in your cages -
palaces, apartments, houses, huts;
and towards my sisters -
with a bit more freedom -
how you view them
just a
piece of fuck.

mutilated wombs of this land's mothers;
mutilated feelings of cowed daughters;
mutilated, young and old,
for eons;
caged, inflated, broken, violated,--

_


don't you dare -
hint of poverty -
to me.

(c)kRu, 09.09.-17.09.2010

* * *

do you envy you brother,
O the Red Sea?
do you envy your
that other brother?

of course, you do not;
of course - you do not...
why should you?
it would have been silly...

why is there, then
this feeling of -
mirth?
of -
moody glee?
of -
guilt restrained?
of -
brooding frenzy? -

emanating
from lucid waves

each time they hit me?
each time they
lap up my skin?

this year - it's you,
O the Red Sea;
but [i] wanted -
that other brother.

keep secretly licking my flesh;
ferocious - pump into concrete;
driving full force into stone -

futile.
you're not my lover.

(c)kRu, 06.09.10-17.09.10

...and noises, noises -
they are many;
they swarm around the head,
attack;
yes - noises, noises -
the ears are straining,
the sixth sense's straining,
old patterns crack.

old - all - outmoded,
yearning freshness:
behaviours, schemes,
poetic means.
ah - noises! noises!..
in the abyss -
still sitting, fishing;
fishing out - still.