Eugenijus Ališanka Poems

it is getting harder and harder to win I've got to relax
sit like li po with my legs bent under me
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who would I be if I were really
not as I am now a man
of an unknown faith my head by itself
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I was born hungry
graduated from the game of hopscotch
certified melancholic
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the dead are walking about with small maps
in their hands
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I matured slowly
bred from good berries not grapes
from the local gene pool
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Dressed fish no milt no scales no head
in the stall in kalvarijos market dripping juices
the only one in the whole market
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You had to understand your place is under water
among colorless grass
barely seen from a boat
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I was following a cart
achilles tendons taut like cords
were playing the march of retreat
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My friends have aged
homer after a second glass
tells the same stories
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On baltrameus' night I hid in a haystack
I wasn't of a different faith but had no say in the matter
the most monstrous can neither expect
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