Стихи и рассказы в категории City. Читать онлайн

человек выходит на улицу площадь лобное место
чтоб не давили стены
раструбами валторн проходящий мимо оркестр
фальшивит шопена

Три продавца, три одиночества усталых.
Ворота, задний двор, бордюр, все курят.
Три жизни не великих и не малых.
Простые люди, неприметные фигуры.

An omnibus,
Cutting streets
With a state-of-the-art
Cutting-edge noise,

Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine...
I took the train

It's so amazing what we feel,
It's hard to know or to conceal,
We see each other in the dark,
In deep emotions, like a spark.

My Paris begins with
Those early days
As a conscious flâneur;
I recall the couple

Kathleen Eileen
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls

I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver,
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,

A picturesque day -
A day of unity
Which ends up in screams and tears,
Locking the community

I was in a tawdry bar,
Or public house,
Being threatened,
For something I’d done.