“Hello,” she lied.
She was dressed in black with
enough piercing to swing a compass needle
at five paces, some
real Mexican prison tatoos
and a voracious appetite for an astonishing variety of
extremely dangerous drugs.

Cariño, tu eres
mi nena propia y
no me importa cuantas
buenas putas lesbianas
te dedian en publico despues
de dos cervesas.

my past is a field of sleepwalking majorettes
too poor to buy white boots

—Frank Stanford

Ed Bradley sang “60 MINUTE MAN”

here are only
ways to move

lash at a slat gang in the mud where

leading to that book
significant hold it
but putting it aside
its solid black back forget me

Translated from Russian by Dimitri Lotovski.

Special to the Corpse: Jazz conquers Russian poetry!

The head finally wad(dl)es through

As if written by

colors in the waters
filling the city were: rose violet green
with oil, rainbow...

Despite day after day of appearance
by President Bush aimed at undoing

at dawn no
really at dawn
aubade or not.

I keep reminding myself just about anybody would

3 times the power of ordinary fish oil