Poetry - Vilnius Review

It’s liberating, like removing diapers from a child –
I crawl through my dream naked and without shame.

Summer ends in my womb
while autumn begins to ripen.
I’ll have a little wolf
every night now.

am I free? – I ask myself
could I be free? – I have my doubts
am I under arrest? – not yet

let life live itself

it’s not stupid after all
it knows what it’s doing

you are the moneysucker
the cognac-swiller, the limousine-rider
the shoe-polisher - I mean the bootlicker

better to be a bad poet
and a good father, my son
better to be a rough poet
and a gentle father, my daughter

only by doing dull things and
hanging out with shitty people
can i believe that the world is beautiful

If Homer’s Achaeans were to fill the autumn forest,
even they would fail to defeat the falling leaves

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