100 One Night Stands (2005)

Early dawn awake I don't recall

Was it last night

Or were you at all

In my arms

I had consumed by your belly's flesh

Beautiful lustful summer eve

I placed my hand where no other

Has gone prior

One muscle move, two now three

Created marvelous symphony of movement

I pray for no tomorrow

As my mind will be rid of you my dear

All is crystal clear

One night only

Shall you have me

Crack of a sun's ray

Morning's bliss

Will not contain our last kiss

Awaken by the crunches of the dried grass

I listen to your step

Reaching me only from a far

A place I could not see nor grasp

Was it last night

Or were you not

Just in my willing embrace

Mountain of silk

Effortless my days are

For energy is spent in the night

You and I re-emerge

A thousand and one times

In one blink of an eye

I feel for the two dimples

Down your lower spine

Planting flowers of passion in each one

You invigorate my every sense,

Godliness or the like

Affair of a lifetime

Crickets hum your name into the dark skies

Tomorrow then will I know a cricket's sound?

Were you not just here beside me

Your hair served as a blind

Was it a century ago

Or just last night

Every night it is a new way of life

You don't exist

Yet the one before you

Was precisely alike

Don't believe me

Just you wait

The morning's light.





For Victor on 11.24.05

VOID (2005)

I printed your first letters to me

As if you were no longer among living

My heart has been ambushed by a black river

One but is forced to experience bleeding

I held your torn shirt in my hand

As it was my precious

No longer pretending

You are condemned by my touch

Desires are at all time low

This brisk cold morning

I feel the iced ground

Without walking a single step

Much like I feel you evaporating

Although you are sitting next to me in peace

I crave the innocence

The dawns where my only inquiry

Was what will the weather be today?

Live in, live on and live through me

You will I know it

Long lasting it all is

Slice me now so I can breathe

Write "no longer" on the page you are about to read

There on the plane of vastness a group of flamencos vegetates

Their orange color burns me

True sight of joy in nature

I can't plea

Gigantic stones falling faster than fast

I try to move out of their way

No such luck or success

I scream as I bleed rivers of me

Heavens hear me

I too won myself back

Just to lose myself all over again

Hearts onto hearts

Mesmerize me

So I can turn to my imagination

To seek

To crawl under

Anything but to spring a void

I turned your photograph over

Inevitably noting

Then look over

Your eyes gazing right there full of laughter

I must be a masochist

I reach to touch your face

To fall freely and rapidly into your embrace

I peel a banana thinking if to share it

I walk over to where

Just moments ago

I was swimming in the den of your touch

And flourished as the lilies do in spring

My imagination got the best of me

Yet again

I see you left your shirt behind

For me to hold as farewell.


 12.19.2005

WASTING AWAY

If my loving you is a waste
Then let me burn and waste away at a slow pace
let my skin turn black
If you not loving me is a waste
You must sail away and open yourself to the winds
and bare the open sea and its storms
If we find a way to one another which meets
Us both in the middle of it all
We may just come out on top
And still be two not one but come together
Individualities and opposites attract they say
Dualities make for some interesting times
I realize our differences and our simple truths
Which combine all that one can say at this time
There is so much beauty if one sits still and takes a second
Look at any one thing on this earth
I am looking at you once and again
If all the frustrations can be omitted and worked out
And the clouds of anger be dissipated
None other than discoveries will take place
Our freedoms matter
Our souls come to a stance for each of our ways
Love, patience and will to live make a world a true journey.
May you take this and or another journey you will do well.

To you Vitya, from me. Lutzko.

11.19.07

Was today another cell?
Repeated, duplicated, forced to live its life span out
Or did the inevitable swept the idea of normalcy
Replicated, with a minor dent, cancerous cell
It is true
Die you overzealous creature
Put your hand into a pool of blood
See how much is dripping down your forearm?
Can you count the life left behind
Do you want to know what comes?
Throw the redness onto the ground!
Will it nurture?
Can it?
Now you dark mouth say what you will and eat up what you may
The day of ceasure will come
Just you wait.

2/2008 For Vic.

NOSTALGIA

Nostalgic we may be today
Sitting in a circle and passing a tale
Tomorrow's waking will sever our ties with the past
In moments the future floats
As hope springs a new flotilla
Into the sea's hands
Knowing is not understanding
Remembering is not stalling
Hoping is not pretending
Loving is not weakening
I stood here by this tree
Shortly after it was planted
I was on high ground and almost touching
The sky's gates
Then I grew some more
And the tree eventually caught up
And grew even taller
If I saw the tree today
Could I see myself standing beside it
The platinum hair and a polka dot hat?
You think?
I agree
Nostalgia is a friendly neighbor of the soul
To say the least
Knowing fortunes is knowing when you took your first step
Remembering reasons is always second hand to gathering
An image one placed away in a well of memories
None are forgotten,
Trust if you will and the return to the tree
You outgrew then
Will take its grace in a moment's pass
Nostalgia I greet you
With open arms
Again.


By Lucie Teichmann
7/30/05 to counterpart/to follow VS's "Nostalgia"

One Year of Pashiks

Today four seasons have been
And a life has been lived
If not now then when do I say
The heart is truer than birth
And more certain than death unto us all
Thank you for 365 days that will remain
Always
Four
Three
Two of us
One thought


I love you today as I have loved you now for a while
More than I ever imagined…

From Pashikus
The second
To the pashik the very first


9.4.06

Dear milestone

When you smile

You're some kind of devlish

When you offer to explain

You are welcoming

When your frustration reaches the brim

Your eyes could kill a bear

When you hold me

I couldn’t escape

When you are asleep

I urgently duck your swinging elbows

But when you do awake

You are no short of sweet

The kisses you spray

Glue to my neck for the rest of the day

And give the beginning and an end

For this alone I could walk

A line of fire and through rays of horror

To you my love I say

On with the faces, grimaces and knowledge,

Emotion and progression

Sealing it with a kiss

So blunt

So gentle

And to the far

Cries of the sky

To live and to life.

3/4/06