So, the sky is broken-
the melting splinters in branches of trees.
People crumble into the snow,
and the silence
...
Ashes and flowers; some poetry;
the frigid truth of autumn bonfires;
the sad magic; the magic sin;
the artificial paradise; the graphic laughter.
...
Take other train. Be like a wind.
Don’t care about a ticket,
for the golden leaflet is in your hand,
and your past will catch you up
...
One more nameless autumn;
October betrays you again
now with the rain
now with a glimpse of the sunlight.
...
O white September with blue eyes,
you smell of coffee that I spilled
today at lunch. It was my agitation.
You and I are satisfied - today.
...
I felt someone come.
It’s opaque sense of someone’s presence.
I expect, you are reality?
Speak nothing
...
Hours, days, weeks rustle after;
the amber blizzard rushes after,
throwing dead leaves onto my face.
Caught in the toils of autumn,
...
The play of hues beckoning outside.
The gloaming’s purple, nearly sanguine-
the autumn covers aren’t sanguine yet bold.
The yellow tinted vogue is kitschy:
...
I.
Like a grayish translucent cloud,
like unshed invisible rains,
purple mists of your murdered desires
...