PASAKA TO

Other universes gives us light.
The sun is a small porthole.
(\'ve Just this true light bomber
Luminiscēja you hair. )

Constellation cracks
from which a light rain,
they feel cracks in jādrīvē closed.
Does not produce a straight line
by all sorts of Suns
benefits flowing away and darkness go.

Other universes gives us light.
The sun is a small porthole.
(\'ve Just this true light bomber
luminiscēja you hair. )

The world upside down.
The universe for the resplendent.
Stars and their
so black that terrible.
I guess living there who do not like big-eared,
Do not like our bright dawn.

DEDICATION SENLAIKU FARMERS

look - it is stone
same
who had viņlaik your face
look - it is stone
yes it does
laughs and laughs and laughs

I told him and laughed with you
and soon the whole room thunder
look - it is stone
same
he still has your name

but he is not a monument
he roadside squatting

and our notion of eternity
of their
as kleinkājis stumble

1985

Sculptor

Rubble chapel plays
Ice Age, heavy dance.
Nekustība their waltz.
They nelēkā. They column.

Not to raise them. How do spiders tekalē
all, even the most serious language verbs.
Summer evening. Anticipation of Rice.
The legs of stone. Neplīvo suits.

Look, you apsūno. Profound, mighty -
gee what rock have you dancing.
You no longer nebradā. Soon you miss
young men will bring a burning torch.

You\'d be mighty. Petrified.
Reinforced bow to laugh.
Nečirksti, sastingsim eternal testimony
desmittonnīgā ballroom dance.

edge paths
Aug lit thistle
dogs glūnīgi
husband\'s eyes

and as long as you hold on to a
fellow brought in an uproar

1985

people\'s names as the columns neatly
drūzmējas in my head
standing
As written in Japanese

they are of commemorative plaques
soy or memory boards
and those that immediately on the wall
but I have them nešauju
but I can no longer nešauju

History of all the enemies
not yet reinvigorated not

them why we -
of commemorative plaques -
wasting space and shoot the gun?

1985

Excursus Geology

free bullet bee spindz
there is a rock
and only rock

there is only a fold of land
life-fold
people fold

others say plain
surely it is better known to us

Here below the meadow
there is a rock
there under the skin
back rock

there still nebrūk
there still strong
if not here
where is the rock

there where some of us walk
neat man will not go
prudential jack-o\'-lantern
flies have
to laugh

moths as a fist punch
bulb -
boxing pears
cabinet cautionary hand
net new coat

suddenly cautious kass
ignite the birch bark
and how happy jampampiņš
moment of dancing moths
---------------------------------
fire mop and dziest
again there is a terrible peace
somber men go see
darkness of the winter road covers

FRIENDS AND I KNOWN

I want to imagine how they both live in
how love is spending
tend to issue the death
how blind pat them on the books
autumn or she collects black Stockings
how they have saved
can afford

- They are much more affordable
the blue despair
is the same self-conscious touch of death
is laugh laugh
fall head-glasses
and stand as a solemn funeral photo
above the bars atvadvārdu

- And the children they are the same

1986

FRIENDS KNOWN AND II

I added him to the very good people
Lake is closed and the sun sparkles ice
I am leading subframe their grief
ezervidū to poke under the ice
I live in the memories of one of the good folks

When I did speak very good people
wind comes from the lake and sirdīgs hair stumble
from the sky in color nenoplūk
Getting there may be the case often stumble
but do not tell all that very good people

1986

YEARS WHERE THEY

City of underbrush. Large branches of the street. Small
leaves home. The leaves are apartments.
I know that living in the bush next to my
classmate. I have not met him with the years.
But I do not know his twig, do not know his page.
One day a big mushroom guy presses the Great
mushroom button. Our bushes turn into mushrooms.
No, it does not say.
But the winter but come anyway. All
bushes litter page.
And then I meet him I will be able to see
purely abstract plane.
Twigs and branches, home to home. And stair space
free apartment door. And lifts the unnumbered
buttons.
And people I do not know, walk by
straight through the thin walls.

Ek, a sigh get wings and fly to the warm
lands.

1985

STREET HOSPITAL

dark and beautiful parādenes
you lost
no I do not see your hips Supa

but I have not come here for beauty

I walked further and saw a heavy drinker
there were about five in one place
with eyes red and tearful saulesriets

had corrected pole
they bidi for one
because there were eleven
and had a free day

I pretended that they do not know
(I, scar, pretended to heal)
I monks cart and I was buying my ten eggs
I know them
they are from our school
I do not want to participate in these feast
I do not know how accepted
it is then
the parent factories
and drop you somewhere
and creates a flat-edged style
modified, which hides the scars

to forgive Labin
who live on this street
and its labumiņu
show every day

but they are not and will not have this cards street salt

one of those guys
old and pale
perhaps the poet -
writes all his life
piedulķotām with blood
on the pavement
the poetry
to make everything stop

home and look blankly
Judges rock gardens
have a free day
eleven
and a curse

1986

Eu, Riga, warm bosom -
the icy wind fingers
iespraucas thee
deep

we all have jānodreb.

This again is a bad time
and vīsties nevīsties or sad
and nīsties nenīsties or, who knows,
the better.
Above Daugava fog. And it is raining.

In the summer it would have been,
though not her feet
warm earth between your breasts.
Just sighs. And sneezing.

Yo, Riga, warm bosom -
when my icy fingers
rakņāsies over you,
Blows me too much.

PLAVNIEKI

distant star trajectory
black hole in the universe, the speed

and my poetic allegories
dark as business secrets

I head off-gas Plavnieku sky
am looking
and hair the night breeze vibrates
I know that the stars
no Klāvs will not be
himself to work hard
and this is a first

poems by Bricks and Blocks
another at a different fold scarps
star music
OKI - Docks
all is well
Inspired by the pulls
calculated trajectories top
overcome, the universe seems to speed

and my poetic allegories
clear as business secrets

Center

there have ever cows grazing
even now ox
Small shops along the small rickshaws flows

oh noskretušās confused cows
there are now a large construction takes place

Can you see kustons:
there are now piles driven
the poles
to your end of the chain

piesies there\'s a lot smarter than you

moment they grozīsies
bow down before the wind
and children\'s voices congratulate ourselves

Pļavnieku winds concrete walls and fixtures sing sarkankarogots skipper \'Choir and the amazement of all the satellites observed Pļavnieki occurs arrives a poet and creep from VAGA feel really honored only in view of the soul long ago to knaģa can not be unaware that he himself whistling a thicket of concrete Pan decibels coming from the pipe restorer of a Polish pans a bit long for the Polish concrete walls begin to sing and fittings sarkankarogots skipper \'Choir Pļavnieku wind swaying in the wind Pļavnieku svilpotājs poet and Pole vault my life yearning for comfort in spades and hearts Pļavnieku deck