Nature Morte
leftover lamb
stuck
between high peak teeth:
clouds
***
I have come too far:
strange birds
strange trees
***
beer and kefir –
father and son
both at the table
mustachioed
The Stone
breathes no more
but remains
warm
***
I’m so beautiful!
thinks the maple tree
blushing even harder
***
frogs lift heads
to follow
flying storks:
in longing
Icarus on Foot
a spider
climbing
a candle
I don’t know my birds
they always
fly away
Dausprungas’ Cat
having just shat
from the sill he admires
a cherry tree in bloom
Dausprungas’s Pilgrimage Discovery, Nr. 91
if suddenly they went silent:
all the sirens
and car alarms,
and the shitting
dogs would cease
to yap, and planes
would freeze in the air
at exactly seven
o’clock
in the morning
and for a little while
after
we would hear
the brooms
of thirty odd
Vilnius
church-
yards
Dausprungas’ Telephone: To Do List
(nothing to do)
Memento Mori
live fish
in the fish sec-
tion swim
next to
dead
carp heads
Dausprungas’ Observation N. 203
the only
thing
that
fits
everyone without
exception
is
a
clown
’s no
se
Insomnia
I
hate
sheep
So I Saw Joan of Arc
as she
went
to sip
some secret
hootch
in the WC
so
proud
so
fanatically
faithful
to
her
goal
Deep in my Heart
bloody hell
Dausprungas’ Penultimate Observation
what
does
n’t
kill
me
makes
me
a killer
Translated by Rimas Uzgiris