David Jackson

My heart aches when I think of you;
neither my lover, nor girlfriend, nor wife,
just a good friend, exceptional and true.
I’d never set eyes on you once in my life.
If there’s a God, I’m sure we’ll meet someday;
those mischievous eyes will sparkle and dance.
We’ll laugh, cry, sing and talk the night away.
We’ll not be distracted by circumstance;
Life is too short, but we struggle along.
There must be a reason we’re stranded here
Bob Dylan could likely say it in song.
The boat of dreams drifts though I steer.
It’s as though Fate’s strong inclination
Brings us at last to the same destination,

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Late at night again

He’s dreaming on the screen

He’s dreaming waterfalls and

bumblebees flying impossibly.

He’s dreaming flowers waving in

the spring breeze like

children.

He’s dreaming the wind blowing in

her hair again.

Everyday Russian family in the view of Americans.
Vladimir Tayninskiy

I’m home!
Why so late?
On the way to bear I was detained – I gave him vodka!
Everyone at the table !
Let’s drink some vodka.
Mom, I’m gonna go play with the bear.
He was already drunk and happy!
OK, only first you son have a drink vodka.
Where’s grandpa?
It is the second week in a queue for coupons on coupons for vodka!
Well, before that he drank vodka and not sleeping.
Okay, go for a walk, son, and don’t forget to write a report to the KGB tonight!
We don’t have food,but there’s a box of vodka.
That’s 30 bottles.For a month.
Honey, something’s boring!
You drink vodka and play the balalaika.
I’m going to dance.
I’m already drunk and funny!
And so on…
what do you really think?

we kept the pig
we kept the cow
we put the chickens in a barn
we kept the sheep
we kept the cow
That’s all we needed anyhow.

 

 

 

You’ve been quiet

I’ve said too much

You can’t take it back.

The dogs howl under the porch.

The cats fight over entrails.

All is confused.

The dogs under the porch are ghosts.

The dogs are walked and their poop is gathered in the twilight.

The ghosts of the dogs howl under the porch and the cats are spoiled.

Did I say the wrong thing?

It would be good to say the wrong thing,

to say anything is wrong

when

all

is

wrong

and I howl under the porch.