From Israel notebook
I died on the Dead Sea
But not until the very end.
She came in a cozy room,
I slid down with joy from his face.
Without seductive preambles,
No explanation who is who,
I told her that together we would
Eat need two hundred tons of salt.
She took a peck on the force
We have a steep salt -
Inside wept toxins
Outer hair stood on end.
I ate from the belly. Salt creaked.
Crackling nerve in his ears.
As long as this thing dragged on,
I'm nothing inquired.
Send to salt the hell with death,
Spill us, dead water.
Creator was a witness -
Nimbus, hair, beard.
*****
How my heart burns bright -
Is not a skeptic I am, not zoil,
Down from the mountains of oilseed
In the valley pleasant land.
Mysterious sacred fire
All excess burns to ashes -
From here I am now a foot
In Moscow our dank bedlam.
Three times refracted in the water
Same oily, like sweat,
Stop finally gone,
Away from everyday worries.
Lazy sleeps under a palm-day
Barely move my arm, leg -
No thoughts no, no ideas and
No virgins, no markitantok or whores.
Sometimes in our life time -
Put all the equipment "to zero" ...
Let's sometimes die,
To taste the life back to back.