DAY MOON

for Dad

 

once a year

we drive to where

          we sleep under a pipe

 

in                   an enchanting                       howls

          which                                   wind

 

there’s a hole in this pipe

 

uncle whittled a plug

that fits in it perfectly

 

we inflate balloons with that wind

and fire burning

arrows at them

 

we hit the balloons

and they flare up

night becomes day

and the moon

drowns

among golden clouds

 

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LUNAR VAGABONDS

 

uncle says we were left alone

so we should act like

unsupervised people

 

uncle is my best mate

I nod my head

and say that it’s just us two

 

/

 

people call us vagabonds

 

uncle says

that a vagabond is a person

who’s alone

 

I like it so much

that I get the word

vagabond tattooed

in marker on my arm

 

/

 

people slept by our caravan in the evening

and called one another vagabonds

 

I showed them my tattoo

and told them

about the day moon

they started to laugh

 

so I went to my uncle

and he added a small moon in front of

the word vagabond

 

he drew one on himself

and said that from now on

we’re completely alone

 

/

 

it feels right when we’re alone

we’re lunar vagabonds

 

we drive across the country

and know how to set the sky alight

 

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NOMADS

For Alechandr

 

look beyond the hills

 

under us the meadows ripple

like the sea

 

adam

I don’t know where we are

 

like packaged chickens we wander the streets below

and chirp at each other by the gates of heaven

 

each of us is a child below

 

we look beyond the hills

we imagine

that we’re standing on them

we look down

 

our roads are maps

 

two drunk nomads

sit on the road

they talk about

something bigger than us

 

ask them

how far the sea is

 

 

Translated by Ryan Scott