Андрей Логутов

Burning Ale

Burning Ale coming down
Thoughts flip away in the mist;
Frozen flame makes the sound
Like a face under a fist.

Endless waters ate my footprints,
Deep smooth mirrors do me wrong.
Mum has turn’d off the TVset,
She’s started song, senseless song.
 
Waking up won’t take a second,
I will see the world in pale;
Th’world is painted like a leopard
On the ground of oh ale.

Another Time

Another day, another time…
Another land to hide new secrets
softly lead-grey cloud cross’th the sky
How strang’ly flash the planets…
 
O ease thy brow
lay thee
Thyself down…
 
Man’s thought about a woman. It brings up.
Or thought about a vision he has seen…
Can one respect the others from the top?
Should be the apple red or remain green?
 
O ease thy brow
lay thee
Thyself down…
I dream. Before I am a Butterfly.
While clouds are in motion free – I fly !

Blue Garden

I saw a garden, a flower
It made me sigh;
A rose said , ’Remember, remember…’
I said , why?

I saw a mirror, I bath’d in
Tasted the hop;
I lost mind, I lost words, I lost sins
With every drop.