From the self-published hand-made book "Illustrations"

After dark

The blue surface of the sky is

Cutting windows

What is it to you?

Your coat hides your hidden engine

Connecting streets

The morning train is

Bringing me

Words about

A far location

Of a wintering flock of geese

On that remote platform

Of white and green

Persistence paid itself

Its melody provoking thoughts

Subliminal and curious

All at the same time

Valuable to every moment spent with

Your

Upright positioned statue of your

Fast moving body

*

Communication by means of wires and other new forms

Of reflecting your needy substance

If you touch one wall with your right hand

Your left will definitely make the trick

“Hello, is anybody here to see me?”

“No?”

I am glad that all is going so well

According to plan

If you measure with something approved

By the committee of self-motivated members

At the age of the international falling through

What if the attempt will occur?

Would it be in sync with the verbalization

Of its own limitation?

Some will argue that consolidation

Has nothing to do with the total increase

Of volume

Still

The distance from one insulated wall

To the rest of the room's contents

And one's increasingly cooling flesh

Has nothing to do with the spreading of

Two hands in the air

*

Complete understanding

Happens only under certain circumstances

When happiness becomes reality and

Materializes in concrete form

The shape is optional

It's something that depends on one's creativity

But as with anything that comes in a package of two dozen

Labeling plays a marginal role

Homemade articles were assembled according to plan

Make sure to follow steps seven to twelve

The blueprint contradicts the small print warnings

After that change your attitude

It will be compiled to the universal experience

Of collectible knowledge

One for all

Use it at your discretion

Maximize your potentials

For the future achievements

Integration is at stake

How wonderful

Those two birds are making love

On the chicken wire fence

Air can blow through

Left and right

The design works

It serves the purpose

*

From above

In the fresh air

Sounds become yours

Forever

Or

Until the commission will keep it so

On paper

Under the skin of the purring hard drive

Memory is so cheap today

You can make an attempt to explain to your children the

Indispensable connection of the time that was

And the space they are

In control

Under the sleepless supervision

You can make no mistake

Everything is so perfectly straight

Lines travel exactly across

Just a little artistic blur

Makes it some kind of a piece of work

Corresponding with needs of demand

Perpendicular to the

Dedicated plane of mistakes

*

Dogs scatter across the room

Wolves outside whisper

Something about respect for time

Forty-story black prism of a human hive is

Communicating with another form

Of delivering news to themselves

Once all the words in the phone book

Made their sense

Similarly but with an educated knowledge

The whole structure became

Simultaneously self-contained

Without political or any other purpose

Just like a sniff of the lotus

By the Pharaoh's godly innocent female friend

Otherwise noticed by the

Architecturally advanced nation

Under the copper sky

That reflects back whatever one decides to spit

Whether it's something that's useful to a

Community of overwhelmed users

Or something that might be recycled

It can be reached

It should be compatible with those pads

And the claws

*

Somebody dropped a word

The bird cried coo-coo

Inspiration poured into a plaster form

For us to discuss further

The relationship between two twins

The color red is for the development of my soul

It is important to recognize the motive

Even though the result will be unknown

Of the big gathering of the government

Around the cage

Who is going to take the first shot

Singing and juggling at the same time

It will take them only time from here to there

On the white face of the square clock

Plastic wings clanked in the rhythm of the snoring mob

Clink-clank

Tick-tock

Coo-coo

*

One face in the air

Filled with breathing of the ten thousand

Opinionated ones

It tries to contact another one

By doubling itself

By stimulating the growth of

The single line

By filling it with a substance

Similar to one that makes everything

Strings

The vibrating energy

Creates our conversation

And makes it valuable

And puts it to our memory

But the face doesn't care

Because its friendly hand

With fingers like anything else

In this space and time

Takes responsibilities

And puts everything

Where it should be

*

What would you say

If

I connect those two corners of the room

With the dining area

By filling the whole backyard with the shaved-headed monks

Would it be in style?

Will it answer your question about the existence of the second dimension?

I know

If I try hard for a long time

Eventually there will be no points left

For me to continue my quest

And for you

To challenge my ability to sustain

After all it's all just you and me multiplied so many times

So the quantity becomes irrelevant

And the quality nonexistent

What would you say? Ah?

It's all in my power

I learned it from you

Real things

That make our relationship worth pulling across all dimensions

Including those tiny ones

But keep in mind

The situation might become unstable

Any moment

Uncontrolled happiness might overwhelm

Be ready

*

You cannot see me

Because

I am in your head

A painted wall is sliding back and forth

Here and there are

Little windows

The architect is my friend

I know that he meditated

At least twice a week

Something is blocking the view

An object that looks like a giant teapot

The party begins with breaking a crystal glass

I came so close

Another short thought

And I am on top of all that keeps the city alive

All those messages and strings of communication

Are hardwired through my consciousness

Or my conscience

Hardwired is good

It's in real time

It's in 3D

I send my messages with your interpretations

Straight to the point

Where those two buildings intersect

And this is very important because

My friend-architect planned it so well

For the future tenants

For the future of that future

When now becomes its past

And four and a half times to repeat

But for me once is just enough

I calculated it all

I know

I am already inside

*

Flowers on the table

Fragrance of a tropical island

Of the Wisconsin hot house

A few papers not related to my occupation

Just a fluke

In some advertising agency

A slice of bread ready to be covered

With a thick layer of peanut butter

A knife

A plate

An empty cup that was containing

Decaffeinated tea last night

Last night was fun

Another new episode of Enterprise

That was fun

It’s hard to remember everything

Especially when the day started

With the sound of a garbage truck

Waste removal service – we call them

The mailman knocked hard on the metal storm door

He doesn’t like using the doorbell

Nice fella

A package

It’s strange but it has no smell

Back to breakfast

The paper napkin is on the floor

Not good

Take another one

What to do with this one?

It will be recycled

Something is done right

Something is done right

Something is done right

*

Maybe this Wednesday sunlight

will make us a little bit happier

a little bit towards the next day

which no doubt will be the one

one of those shaped for making

little toy wagons and cherry trees

in the alley

definitely

I have no doubt that you will be mine

again

like you were many years ago

so true to the star that you gave me

it's still there

right above the mountain

behind the ocean

I know it

because it has your little smile

just a bit too far to touch

but close enough for me to smile back

so I do

*

Mystery after dark

Misery

Of the unnecessary energy

Spent on watching a nightly show

Conversation with a minimal set of words

Mortar of the relationship

Rhythm of two purple muscles

Dinner

Nutritiously poor

Carbohydrates took their toll

Heavens

*

Something is fully inadequate

Overly spent at the end

Love came to a stop

And suddenly

Cleared my sinuses

Of nearly close to extinction

Brought me your favorite tune

Help me to find some connection

Please don’t behave like an old prune

Time will provide us with everything

Space will give us or not

This is a question of innocence

Answers of almost unknown

Books illustrate but to follow them

Is a different task of its own

Slippery path we are entering

Hear that rumble

Listen to it

See while it’s shown

*

After your words came the end

Of all that surrounded us both

And something else

Right above that building

Whose twin was falling

Materialized in nothing that one can hold

In the safety deposit box

After that it came to a complete stop

After those thoughts it didn’t matter

The blue of the lake

And with the contribution of the sky’s white

Little images of the last summer

Contained us in every bit of them

And even more than that

They returned us to the moment

Right after you opened your mouth

But before you made a sound

*

Take my weakening emotionally stressed body

To the fall’s orange-yellow chasm

There under the bearing shrubs I’ll stay

Trying to understand a little creature

Talk to me grey rabbit with your funky coat

What troubles fall on your unrealistic state of being

My own experience is no use to folks like you

But night is almost here

Dark eyes of foggy rain

But clearing as water’s coming down

And like a thousand little fingers

Poking

My back

While facing down

To the sweet wet ground dirt

My own state of mind is no better

Than leaves prepared quietly to rot

Under the winter’s sparkling blanket

So be it

For now

We’ll see what comes of it

My perception doesn’t really matter

On this subject

I gave to you my senses

If it’s not too much to ask

Free like that rabbit or a squirrel

But without little nervousness in little limbs

While carrying a nut or piece of something very useful

On the subject

Of coming winter

Wait

It came

It's here

I’m home

Goodbye for now

*

The music got stuck behind

the left window

a car didn't stop

the driver looked straight ahead

right at the big plush dice

the weather lady suddenly

appeared to be a good fairy

her bellybutton moved left and right

and then in wide circles

following the music that got stuck

on several notes

it will be warm today

*

The round table in the square room

Some light of yellow coming from above your head

Whispering

But not completely taking

Responsibilities for what had happened

And will be happening

Around and above

And under

Let’s be frank

The muscles of your brain

Supported by that thing called soul

Will stand no chance competing with the rest

Of what is just touching you and us

And try to do the math

Ingenious you may be so be it

That yellow light from outer this room

But yet belonging to every cell and energy vibration

Generated even without our will

So nurtured by the pride of being that upper class

Of beings right above the monkey or a dolphin

Followed by the parrots and the rest

That live to crawl and fly and want with passion

And just out of the million years’ habit

Called instinct

But let’s not touch it

Where were we

Ah… tea

So beautifully and naturally decaffeinated

I love this

Where did you get it?

And yellow light around us and the round table

In a perfectly square room

The architect knew something

*

This floor and your steps

Echoed in my tile-lined brains

Everything that’s made of

Black and white checkers

Has to be perfect

Otherwise the gap between us

Will crack other dimensions

And you don’t want that

Even though you tend to think

That the universe was made

Specifically to accommodate

Your size in the petite section

Of the sales rack

But the young cashier with the nails

Made of something that will rip

One’s flesh

Made a silent remark

Pushing a button under the cash register

Attracting the attention of the parking lot pigeons

Who obviously knew something

Otherwise I wouldn’t hear it

Coming from the vibration

Of the floor

And you slipped off

Snatched by the brutal innocence of the Tao

But before all of that

I heard your steps

*

Two motorcycles

Became a train on the red rails

With a head made of steam

Speed became a ghost

Roaming through the tower of

Lights

Plastic and natural materials preferred by

The customer

What payment would you prefer?

Are you connected with the rest of us?

Ended

The chrome of Swiss craftsmanship

Will always be with you

Reminding of times and places

What memories you decide to bother keeping

Between

It always was on this square

*

My mind and your appearance

Were just connected

With the waves of light

Can you imagine

If light would travel very slow

Like maple syrup on your breakfast waffle

I would completely miss you

Your every dear moment

Would come to me a moment later

Or even not just a moment

You would be gone

By the time I started looking

Admiring your being

Just a thought

*

So light

So unexpected

The wheel of air passed my head

And touched

Your thoughts became Origami paper

Folding one time

Then another bird came from the

White space

I liked it that way

When two colors at the edge of the form

Look at each other

So what's the purpose of

Deciding that

This will be like that

And

That will never be again

Increasingly intense

Subliminally real

But light will be until

Dimensions will remain

Vibrating

*

Tell me something that I already know

Please don’t bother my poor brain with news

Just look away to that point where I’m looking

Through the wall and the tree

Following the bird’s cry

Searching for your sense of obligation

Trapped in the stack of hay

With an afternoon pig

That makes the whole landscape

Sound like a Stravinsky passage

But don’t forget

We have just a limited time

To complete the trip

And come back safe

Just on time for tea

White tea or black would you please

I’m honored to inform you

That all reasons recorded and stored

For future use

For those who will come

Stepping cautiously into the footsteps

In the morning snow

Good luck with that magnifying lens of yours

Try something more precise

Like the fables of Aesop

You won’t be lost

In Lao Ze’s slap on the chick

Even after hundreds of juicy slaps

I’ll be with you

And a kiss will cool it

Like it did before

*

The options were limited

by the point of intersection

of our views

as we glanced towards the window

where snow just started melting

before it reached the garden tools

left under the shelter of the red maple

last year

but this year is now

that's what makes it all so exciting

that's what you just said

with the voice three times quieter

then my ability to apprehend

the wall and the couch behind us

is all we have in terms of connecting

the rest of the world separates

your hand became a bird

the bird became a shadow

right above my head

it looks at me

I try not to move

but the snow melted

and the bird became your hand again

what a blessing

*

There in the field

A dot

So small

So far

It’s almost like there is

No object

Just a line

Connecting snow and the sky

But this and that

It’s all the same to me

If I can touch this snow

Right here

Then I can

Imagine that the white substance

Continues through the fields

And lies at your feet

Just a thought

But makes me feel a little bit

Or even much closer

Than you think

You

Just a dot on white

*

Today it will be said

Not like before

But with the knowledge

Of something that will happen

My only worry is

How I will take it

How my existent position

Will specify the

Settings of the comfort

Of being still

Without even

Disturbing movements of the air

That surrounds

My motionless

And timeless sense of living

*

(to be read with an Irish accent)

Under the cover of night

Flashlight is my friend tonight

The beam of light uncovers spooky faces

That’s my nerves playing tricks

All right

I’m at the spot

What’s next?

Where is the shovel?

The dirt is soft

It’s a pleasure digging if you know

Down below is freedom

Just another layer of smudgy dirt

Just another layer

That’s it I feel it

Like a crow feels rotten flesh

From far away

I feel it

Good fortune my ancestors were crooks

The legend didn’t lie

That silly Captain Hook

Was just a baby

In comparison to ancestors of mine

The legend doesn’t lie

This night’s a blessing

The moon is just above my crooked back

It’s heavy even for a man like me

Who wasn’t begging for freaking luck

On calloused knees

The night is good

Gold is the word

The heavy load reminds me

Of my pathetic past

The beam of light

I love this night

Back to the car

The night is good

The night is right