"esti" poems
last night i almost
gave up thinking of bronzy brazilian girls
perspiring pure coconut oil, eau de margherita ;
supermodelas eating my dreams like concord grapes, lionesses
lounging on new york balconies, lithe, reading céline.
(esti ginzburg, on the phone, considers another pomeranian) .
almost stopped.
almost derailed strange vogue-like fantasme of irina shayk, standing legs planted
left knee out-thrust and foot
in ebony heel, cocked against the earth.
set being imitation of gloomy coal mine, east of prague. thin arms firmly controlling the
arc of her pickaxe, clothed in leather, high heels;
sheen of sweat holding her feline body in sweet embrace.
imagining that when shift's end buzzer echoes thru the tunnels she smokes a cigarette
on a bench in the women's locker, apple planted on old planking, elbows on her knees.
cover-alls peeled
down to her waist and her hair,
free at last.
(click)
on the tram back into the city all the smoked glass
cartier storefronts pass by like polaroids held in the hand. the same speed.
giggling, 'rina thinks of the six she could place
along her arm; gilt gold, brushed silver, diamant...
there are 11 smoked belmonts by the back steps; i did
little with the night. (tall shadow of a woman in a black dress and my mouth
a cotton ball)
that is to say:
i did almost give up thinking about bronzy braz ilia g rls ,
-
but i didn't/and so there's nothing else.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
Gece ağaçların dalları kefen sayarmış
Aysa üstte çiçekleri
Ak gül elimde
Sokaklarda sürünmüş bir hilal
Yürüyorum rıhtıma karşı
Bir gül attım boğaza
Yaprakları sarı
Yürüyorum rıhtıma karşı
Geceye bir örtü
Sarı
Bir gül öpülmemiş
Sarı
Bir rüzgâr esti sarı, sarı
Ellerimdeki kan mı gül
Yoksa yerlere sürünmüş hilal mi kesilmiş sarı?
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
Somewhere between the field and sea
Lay a place one would like to see.
It's drowning not water, but in trees -
When blue hits green my eyes do freeze.
In mind I wander everywhere,
Much faster than moon sphere -
Sometimes I'm kissed by salty breeze
And then I sit in grass on knees
Swift walk upon deserted coast
Where water makes the islands' ost.
The fifteen hundred pieces of peace,
All dropped around without cease.
Then one might rest in pleasant shade,
Which is a slot by bluetts made.
And find the shelter for the mind,
Being embraced by perchance wind...
It calls my mind with vintage matter -
In here and there old castles' scatter
With cobbled roads so often looping
Among old dwellings nobly drooping.
But Lady I do argue about
Is not senile, don't have a doubt:
A neo song that beats her heart
Is kind of modern charming art.
...It's not as ancient as the rest,
Of Course, it's not even the best,
Yet I do know that land's more rare,
Than ones disguised by false compare!
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
"Doream ca tu sa-mi fii alaturi,
Dar ai disparut si m-ai lasat plangand.
Vedeam sute de frumoase meleaguri.
Dar doar tu-mi erai frumoasa in gand."
Am sa te fac sa te ineci in sange
Si o sa iti vezi mama *** te plange.
Asa *** plang si eu de cateva luni incoace
Din cauza ca tie nimic nu-ti mai place.
Orice as face, nu e bine.
Oricat as incerca, tot nu o sa te am langa mine.
Tot ce faci e sa ma ignori
Fara sa stii, sau poate cu buna stiinta, ca asa ma dobori.
in plansete o tot tin
Si doar asa mai *** sa dorm.
Din al tau sange as face vin
Si doar cu el as putea sa te transform.
Dar degeaba, eu nu te *** rani.
Tu poti si o tot faci.
Caci tu pentru mine esti un zeu
Iar eu pentru tine m-as lupta cu mii de draci.
Am ganduri rele,
Incerc sa le alung.
Sentimentele-mi sunt grele
Si de realitate as vrea sa ma disjung.
Tu o sa-mi ramai vesnic in gand
Si eu doar cu gandul am sa raman, vesnic plangand.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC