Dark blue morning in the Frozen frame
reminiscent of the street with burning lanterns,
ice track, intersections, snowdrifts,
crush in the locker room at the eastern end of Europe.
There sounds "Hannibal" from the evil of the bag on the chair,
reek underarm bars in gym;
that before blackboard, from which the creeps,
and remained black. And the back too.
Jingling bell silver frost
transformed into the crystal. About parallel lines
all it proved to be true, and dressed in a bone;
reluctance to get up. I never wanted.
1975 – 1976