YEARS WHERE THEY

City of underbrush. Large branches of the street. Small
leaves home. The leaves are apartments.
I know that living in the bush next to my
classmate. I have not met him with the years.
But I do not know his twig, do not know his page.
One day a big mushroom guy presses the Great
mushroom button. Our bushes turn into mushrooms.
No, it does not say.
But the winter but come anyway. All
bushes litter page.
And then I meet him I will be able to see
purely abstract plane.
Twigs and branches, home to home. And stair space
free apartment door. And lifts the unnumbered
buttons.
And people I do not know, walk by
straight through the thin walls.

Ek, a sigh get wings and fly to the warm
lands.

1985

STREET HOSPITAL

dark and beautiful parādenes
you lost
no I do not see your hips Supa

but I have not come here for beauty

I walked further and saw a heavy drinker
there were about five in one place
with eyes red and tearful saulesriets

had corrected pole
they bidi for one
because there were eleven
and had a free day

I pretended that they do not know
(I, scar, pretended to heal)
I monks cart and I was buying my ten eggs
I know them
they are from our school
I do not want to participate in these feast
I do not know how accepted
it is then
the parent factories
and drop you somewhere
and creates a flat-edged style
modified, which hides the scars

to forgive Labin
who live on this street
and its labumiņu
show every day

but they are not and will not have this cards street salt

one of those guys
old and pale
perhaps the poet -
writes all his life
piedulķotām with blood
on the pavement
the poetry
to make everything stop

home and look blankly
Judges rock gardens
have a free day
eleven
and a curse

1986

Eu, Riga, warm bosom -
the icy wind fingers
iespraucas thee
deep

we all have jānodreb.

This again is a bad time
and vīsties nevīsties or sad
and nīsties nenīsties or, who knows,
the better.
Above Daugava fog. And it is raining.

In the summer it would have been,
though not her feet
warm earth between your breasts.
Just sighs. And sneezing.

Yo, Riga, warm bosom -
when my icy fingers
rakņāsies over you,
Blows me too much.

PLAVNIEKI

distant star trajectory
black hole in the universe, the speed

and my poetic allegories
dark as business secrets

I head off-gas Plavnieku sky
am looking
and hair the night breeze vibrates
I know that the stars
no Klāvs will not be
himself to work hard
and this is a first

poems by Bricks and Blocks
another at a different fold scarps
star music
OKI - Docks
all is well
Inspired by the pulls
calculated trajectories top
overcome, the universe seems to speed

and my poetic allegories
clear as business secrets

Center

there have ever cows grazing
even now ox
Small shops along the small rickshaws flows

oh noskretušās confused cows
there are now a large construction takes place

Can you see kustons:
there are now piles driven
the poles
to your end of the chain

piesies there\'s a lot smarter than you

moment they grozīsies
bow down before the wind
and children\'s voices congratulate ourselves

Pļavnieku winds concrete walls and fixtures sing sarkankarogots skipper \'Choir and the amazement of all the satellites observed Pļavnieki occurs arrives a poet and creep from VAGA feel really honored only in view of the soul long ago to knaģa can not be unaware that he himself whistling a thicket of concrete Pan decibels coming from the pipe restorer of a Polish pans a bit long for the Polish concrete walls begin to sing and fittings sarkankarogots skipper \'Choir Pļavnieku wind swaying in the wind Pļavnieku svilpotājs poet and Pole vault my life yearning for comfort in spades and hearts Pļavnieku deck

Plavnieku birch

I am sorry
but the Center is
the hotel
where a host of soft cisu

and I, as a guest
around in chains

sasadzēries as reinforced concrete must

come masticator
by Kazakova street
tanks and slow
miscible bleak concrete

no puišelīt
you better do not ask
Why I grove
ran helter skelter

I am sorry
but best of all
in my apartment
is the view of some birches

thole they grow more
thole really grows

grazing on the old lady there with his great-grandchildren
and soul of crashes
Dogi poetry and roasting

small runcītis of our times is

Plavnieku cat

At last no females around
chased away and lost I roam
and his scream dzejiskajā
place the soul of all

new apartment let me
happiness media always drives away
cellars of sleep eating rubbish bins
eyes fester
I\'m going to die

\"This apartment is returned to the recipient
their rights kittens last year
and go to jail \"
I mean stumble
over Likit morning
the aisle to walk with children

\"Drag Dad\"

we have Plavnieki Hill
(Where the old dump
the story abruptly terminated)

we have Plavnieki Hill
but far
a small boy
and a sister also
one sled
and rub your hand
brother, sister, sitting
and \"pull pull dads dads dads drag\"

\"Wer reitet these spats durch Nacht und Wind?
I ist der Vater mit seinem Kind \"*
as expressed by Goethe
sliding feet on snow
but a step to step, I diligently redundant
but what I can tell you ahead or

can anyone come up again Nacht und Wind
do not be upset dad steps further DIMD

and snieglapiņas of sniegrozēm fly

the children are more
They have skate
(These children are more
they brought in the metro
and moans in dreams and dreams about retro)

nezvalsties brother
nurse sitting
\"Drag Dad\" and \"Drag Dad\"

\"Wer reitet these spats durch Nacht und Wind?\"
Dad\'s shoe against a stone šķind

ash buds and your eyes
soft as petals of you lips
Plavnieku soul
Riga particle
I fell in front of your nipple

happen to all kinds of
and all sorts of built
home -
but who do not want to be an area of

who me pievāks
and who will comfort me
If I suddenly fall away from you?

offloaded the whole night as a very serious woman
I stammered and bosom zvērēns

\"I will give thee to the depths of the thickets
Where lurks Purne - always dressed in mourning \"

and so we went and now want to cry
for our contumely behind the big curiosity

Fable

\"I feel so old
so wet, so sick, \"
matches
said prime.

\"And you make me,
or happiness? or death?
Do not you kill me
or dry? \"

it nervously Tergui
any prime,
the match
silence ignited.

1984

from friends
even if they drink

I refuse the light
even if they are not

I remember the huts in the dark
līķbālos raspberry stalks
they longed to sun down

I do not want to put members
what life is drunk
dry and wilted flowers

1986

how sweet nobrēkties
a deaf ear to your
that in no
do not want you to hate

then the answer
as expensive soap scum
on your lips
bubbles and blow

as expensive soap -
difficult to live clean
the whole history
a shit Ocean

SUSE in SUSE. . .
Deso Pan
He wants to be immortal -

there must be a large man
as you have bauroju
the overgrown ear

1987

VESA Poems

Our souls of the polar winter
And I do not Even want to teach you
How to Spend
the polar winter
take something or Icicle forelock digested

We are tīnīšu Shearwater
articulating what theyâ do with haircut
not looking for a glowing oglītes Glance
Heat is not looking bright glaze

Neaplauz teeth around the icy beauty
not looking for warm water in the Arctic
so cool and listening to rhythmic music
Should not worry fall

1986