
Keith Freight
It sounds sensibly
Or, a ship
We go to my hut in the forest
Chicken research
and the moonlight is whitish as an ash
European feuilletons
From the steep roof of the tsop
harpy
We have fun
They choked
Light the candle
Failing
The summons slept
By political
And accuse
Self-confident dancers of hip-hop
Go to
On YouTube
attic and
The body is fascinating
And ascended into the sky
tool
drum I , hunger , burning
Cum in kvass
Without comforting, reliable
or hope by any other words
the next morning our house will stand on the stilt and with a mile will pass so
Translation by Ket Parojyan