The world is so confused, unscrewed and simple

< Anshe



Someone walking along the embankment in the morning,
morning someone gives surface of the river,
scarf jerkiness in headphones lying again,
that in this hour Celsius to plus five.
The sun is shining, but the dampness so that the five did not give,
bend your fingers - very very hard work,
cool to warm themselves by the fire,
No, sorry, the fires in the capital, but in the morning.

This passer-catching face beams,
steam mouth glomeruli clouds.
Sun Bunnies paint their camouflage, -
stains on the jacket of fire patches ...
If it was you, - close to a thousand cities,
we would have with you went to this beach,
you'd kissed me and whispered: "shut up",
I would answer no sound gentle words ...

Where Opal chestnut in the park yesterday -
cranes now fills series,
weave again skyscraper doom ...
So the city, built between us
above their roofs, a bird heavenly height,
but even it is lower than your minutes,
those where vrachuesh word marks of wounds;
in those where there is always the July heat.

Thousands of kilometers of whether, if miles, vents, -
not arm's length,
Echo spaces stealing each other's breath,
finger touch, the smell of your cheeks ...
You promised my self out there take care,
and come from hundreds of its roads ...
The world is so confused, unscrewed and not simple,
to sit on one side of the river ...