what do we do miss and miss subtle mūžiņis zibināt flashing chalk i pirmskatā diktāk war even more strongly the spirit of a mole-rat who is lame what do we do along the flashing eyes as dzīvīte doing the Navitas wants nezibi will not be lost on tiny Zemīte Want to watch more introspective wants to come and memories of tiny lights moving over graves and flashing zibināt they are the men who have simtpiecdesmit hundred men who brought you up i want to drop in pirmscarā diktāk Cara has much more the spirit of a mole-rat who is lame, many are we doing what we know we can while still mūžiņis zibināt flashing horrors of the day do not need to see the lights are not suspects or knows what he wants us to do along the flashing eyes as dzīvīte doing the Navitas wants to see in the dark she see the dark dying dying becomes aware that prefer to live and live for real and straight and brighter, and zip and zip and zip it for us to do what they begun our million - Fireflies fair trial divides dead man is dying it is wiser 1985

8 carnations

I bring these eight Carnations
windows along the dreamy lover
alkainiem living along the windows
where clothes going to ice

These eight eight Carnations
so delicate outstretched hand
to see skatulogā
I seem as funny and redundant

and yet through jāizbrien
Although žļurkstošu elsienu swamp
and earmarking rain
keep the pocket closed

through a double-dealer pink sweat
through the delusions of ambition
in the eight carnations
the only way I can go

and when I get to the end
I put these flowers drīkstēšu
Graši since I will be on the eyes
end, only to close them shut

1987

nature take breath CIET

Nature will take your breath hard.
Hall of frenzy grows.
But not one man in the meadow. . .

Bat. . .
He is dead already.

And look how color blind
the natural orgies around.
Where junker? Who netramda right?

Bat. . .
Sen has already been hanged.

Sazaļo, green VASARIŅA.
Cilājies, viļņojies, field.
I did not feel the magic. . .

Bat.
I am already cold.

Soul and whizzes whizzes
Someone brutally broken wire.

Scythe atvēzētu
record bezjūtu eye.

cemetery or nekāpi dream of throat
again dream as jorģīne bloom

my friends through the meshes
sometimes quite free woman go

1987

quiet. Nobirdini ash (if you smoke again).
Sorrow will flow to the devil, stuffiness slīpenē.

Humiliated head would be built, and will earn cheated.
Mel, I wasted the past: not recover forever.

Soul wounds aizvilkdamās turns into a flint.
Building in Safety on the flint one strong house.

moths wants in.
soul wants - somewhere

ghosts by night wish bushes
certainly want to jab a knife

you round the tip of a knife

go and fight with the loaves

The soul can not be ordered

the moths wants in.

1986

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