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ik mirklis -
asinis,
kas
resni,
glīši
pil
(kā vīraks: biezs un nesaprotams)
iz saules gaismās
sirds

Egļu ķepas brien pa seju,
izpleš spārnus pingvīns Deivs.
Guli, neatceries, lido
Turp, kur laiks ir nepareizs.

Turp, kur Japānu un Ķīnu
Tējkarotē pasmelt var
Un kur sniega satelīti
Tavu kāju pirkstus skar.

Izpūš elpu reizesrēķins,
Sevi sastop iznākums.
Apkārt melnas uguns lokam
Nu būs sprīdi dejot mums.

Staipīgs, staipīgs debess medus
Ielīst laika spoguļos,
Atnāk dzīļu piramīdas
Tavu redzi saviļņot.

Lielas acis tagad maizei,
Kas uz putniem noskatās.
Maiga mute tagad maizei,
Kas tev blakus atguļas.

Guli, neatceries, lido,
Lai tavs draugs ir rudens vējš,
Vārdu vārdi augšup virmo,
Izplēš spārnus pingvīns Deivs.

Do not Pick up the Telephone

That plastic Buddha jars out a Karate screech

Before the soft words with their spores
The cosmetic breath of the gravestone

Death invented the phone it looks like the altar of death
Do not worship the telephone
It drags its worshippers into actual graves
With a variety of devices, through a variety of disguised voices

Sit godless when you hear the religious wail of the telephone

Do not think your house is a hide-out it is a telephone
Do not think you walk your own road, you walk down a telephone
Do not think you sleep in the hand of God you sleep in the mouthpiece of a telephone
Do not think your future is yours it waits upon a telephone
Do not think your thoughts are your own thoughts they are the toys of the telephone
Do not think these days are days they are the sacrificial priests of the telephone

The secret police of the telephone

0 phone get out of my house
You are a bad god
Go and whisper on some other pillow
Do not lift your snake head in my house
Do not bite any more beautiful people

You plastic crab
Why is your oracle always the same in the end?
What rake off for you from the cemeteries?

Your silences are as bad
When you are needed, dumb with the malice of the clairvoyant insane
The stars whisper together in your breathing
World's emptiness oceans in your mouthpiece
Stupidly your string dangles into the abysses
Plastic you are then stone a broken box of letters
And you cannot utter
Lies or truth, only the evil one
Makes you tremble with sudden appetite to see somebody undone

Blackening electrical connections
To where death bleaches its crystals
You swell and you writhe
You open your Buddha gape
You screech at the root of the house

Do not pick up the detonator of the telephone
A flame from the last day will come lashing out of the telephone
A dead body will fall out of the telephone

Do not pick up the telephone

Lēni lietus jumtā sijā,
bet zem jumta ienāk Miers;
paprasa, vai Tu vēl augšā,
un tad palūdz apsēsties.

Savu smēķi aizkūpina,
Tavas rokas savās tur -
Miers ir mierīgs, Miers jau zina:
labāk šobrīd nav nekur.

Miers ir mierīgs, bet nav žēlīgs:
čukstus drusku pasapņo
un tad aiziet lēns un vēlīgs
savu dzeju apmīļot.

Tas tam Mieram laikam dabā:
nesajēdz, kā Nemiers sāp,
cenšas aiziet, kad vislabāk,
un vēl taisni nepiekrāpt.

O. Stumbrs - MIZA

Ar mizu man apaugt vajag,
tādu kreveļainu un biezu,
lai nav vairs ne skumji, ne baigi,
kad Tu atkal tuvosies griezt.

Kad Tu tuvosies manī griezt
savus aplamos burtus un sirdis,
varbūt slepus aiz mizas es smiešos,
varbūt bēdās man gribēsies mirt.

Varbūt izdosies drusku mirt,-
bet vismaz no tās mīlētās rokas.
Tikai neraudi šķiŗoties:
mēs jau nezinām vēl:
varbūt vieglāk viscaur būt kokam