vision
Time flies away there
As a huge boa

at night
is sleeping on us
and long and skillfully choked

we are aging
but at night

since the day it would be desirable
we\'ll see how it happens

even we
it would be too much

1987

two memory Claus

as thick and impenetrable veil
both of them are wrapped in two

the gentle night is the beyond
a peace of mind for their old bones

the thick veil over her ordeal
or concrete ruins of my hands?

No, let the ruins - only prosper densely
of prewar and pēckardzīvi

1987

narrating anecdotes but I know
just old and raw

shook his head, I guess
what this woman wants
she kept
his soul
cool medallion?

I am leading him to be watered SAMP
Summer Pavilion
I am leading him as a rare beast
I Ratna in the footsteps min
I want them to him, I hope
but she already knows it all

In 1987

CURIOUS Compliment

\"All is well where you do not\"
I want to sing as a
\"I am invisible to roam where ever is
was not me, not you

I flaps palaces and bars where it rains
whiskey, vodka and absinthe
because it is safer: no sorrow to roam
where we have not been both

slide through the deserts and beaches
where the ghost is operated by the moon
I\'ve decided I want to see
distant and strange land

I\'m still in your memories
and have you in my memories
but live and strange form
nelauzies you in my mind
I tend not to wander where we lived
I do not like to return Plavnieki
because who can vouch that there\'s your image
not going to suddenly towards me

women who are so similar to you
but no more you and me
and so am I right where you do not
and you my velīt - where my \"

I sing it while he was still
sucking you want
and will avoid the living
who will look after you


but later I uzmāksies despair
the shadows of deserted
shadow and the shadow is not destined to meet
the pine inappropriate close to the strings

1987

empty a double bar
the movements slow and barring
I ate up flash
stared at
behind the huge window
snow

\"Out into the icy winter
but sauleszaķītis me \"
I thought of the wolf
the room
Frenchmen shepherd

and was so lonely
between the Gallic spirits of dead
As the star
that punches the heart
projāmsteidzīgiem rays

1987

rubs his eyes and look izberztās
(My) - They
and the chain has expanded
paskrienas falls and behind the hummocks
Death Stebera with them
death is a term and iznērsta

Dambis! composition of flood
Dam! the imagination sharp asniņiem
routine ballast Dambis! against terror
which is not hard to imagine

the mountains there in the mountains
really gets hot
Spawning takes place above
and commentator VELIS
Caihan souls sitting

the Daugava
peaceful linen Stream
washing of the sea and will become
but the citizens
peaceful zombi *
your own pace without stopping movement
how good some of their fat
well as hippies
strawberry fields
(Ak! honorific Dreslera you want)

oh! Embarrassing journalism spawning
TV suffix blunt
I center myself and slamming doors
the apartment in darkness knubinās fears
and the instincts of a rat gnawing
illusory and, accordingly, so funny
percussion rings

that you are the planet\'s hot springs?
that you are against freedom of winged guys?
office and zombie
not ashamed to confess
stance taken against them

posture
no banners nude
and all

1986

looking at THE NINTH FLOOR
A GALOTNĪTĒM at my feet

I watched the rapt pines down there
and pine tend to visit happiness
from the sun can reach them all -
of the eight girls -
with caresses and flattery
The first sunny day of February
horny līgojas pines in the wind
deep harmony with nature
tvīkdams through the glass I look down

1987

VAKARDZIESMA

dzrusku horrible (as Honey)
the duty
yourself a little pleasure for himself
happy evening darken

Moon inflated cheeks
pazib happy fatigue
somewhere in the humble hut
asleep wolf-dog

crust crust over the fields
gloom without leaving traces
somewhere aizslāj - as a fat
dwells in the heart of new mornings

quite horrible (as Honey)
the duty
surely not be decided in the obligation
great look we got her groove on

1984

cretin DANCE

happy again
I laugh at the window
in my face
losers are dancing

they do better
knows how to be normal
them it adds up
more realistically
umpapā umpapā
losers are dancing
umpapā tralalā
floor and laugh

losers are dancing
day and night
I still stand
situ and stroke

Klein stands
Ballet Mania
small gulbīšu
grafomānija

in my yard
a wee purvelis
disappears already umpapā
some losers

world but
the losers
others come in place
with machines running

umpapā umpapā
losers are dancing
umpapā tralalā
floor and laugh

compliments
smells like alcohol
how good are published
as promised firmness

Klein kājelēm
Ballet Mania
small gulbīšu

I say \"NO\"

Black-white flags in the snow
To native pine roots
But I asleep nogrozos
and say, \"Yes. \"

Extensor mower, back pain. . .
Is the idea that the end can be painful,
To feel better grass.
I say, \"Yes. \"

Nodārd metal stairs zilgmainās
The men come uzpīpēt.
Work is not bad, and just because
I say, \"Yes. \"

Lots of great change for the better
Our everyday world,
But I believe that I will be better
if you say: \"Yes. \"

Catch me, Tuck\'s mouth,
I defeated without false gutters
Gulēšu crooked mouth like a flounder
and its norūkšu: \"Yes. \"

Save me, I will live.
Then you can come to me apstāvēt,
When you are absolutely certain -
I will not say: \"Yes. \"

1980