ты повторяешься

она говорит: ты повторяешься.

я повторяюсь.
как будто сверяюсь
с внутренним планом,
что рассказать...
а нового - нету,
те же букеты
светил небесных,
только хвостом кометы
небо лизать.

она говорит:
всё в порядке,
ведь я забываю!
но и я забываю,
меня стирает
ластиком дня.
ещё немного -
ты даже
не вспомнишь меня.

она говорит: так одиноко,
и я соглашаюсь.
крошась
ломтиком маленьким
сухонькой корочки...
и ты истончаешься.
ты истончаешься,
я истончаюсь -
но это, наверное,
солнце,

кому-то дорого.

the essenсe

you're tryin' to see
the essence of me
i'm tryin' to use
the essence of you
to rhyme my poems,
to do my art -
i'm even happy that
we're apart!
i'm odd or even,
you never knew,
i'm tryin' to find
the essence of you
in presence of you
i'm being a sleuth
tryin' to smell
the essence of you
the beautiful youth
remarkable youth.
i'm loving you so -
i'm loving so you -
you're beautiful but
i think that you knew...
i'm flying around,
i''m being a bee -

tryin' to find
the essence of me.

cows

So, now
i ponder about cows.
He said they live happily ever after
in their cow's vows
to bring milk and honey,
to grow like a plant and bow.
They have a big hole in their tummies
To be fed only right,
Only clover and grass,
greenish and nearly bright.
They wear a VR to live VR-beautiful life,
To believe they are grazing in pastures,
Never heard of a knife.
Naïve like The Eve,
You know, who was Adam's wife.

So, what have we done, i mean,
as a gather of beings?
You crawl through her ear
And tomorrow she's just a tree,
With the beautiful apples,
Delicious, juicy, and free.

And what about us?
Tomorrow
we will have nothing
Unless we learn
How to eat
Only apples and grass.