sasha yarlexolnikov - Friends

Present everywhere
Before and within the transformation between
that which we are born with
at our disposal
and what we must pretend to be. After,
there is nothing left of the future
weigh each grain of sand as they slip
through each finger
a present so substantial like the ubiquitous laughter
that folds time onto itself
and reminds us that humans are meant
to travel in packs

overlooking delusional dilemmas: sentiments
dealing with "existence"
instead we talk of the unending parties, clever cocktails,
the female contour, or the legacy of the southern slavocracy
still present in the North…
mingling science and fashion into one breath
like the whole of one afternoon; the movements
of the sun we overlooked
but we were there, our sperm and
dancing sweat
our romantic conquests were there
"here and there" for the sake of argument
like country boys racing to the train
or rather old men resigning to the last days
crawling to every last dawn
in our drunken handicap
just to watch it tear open another day's canvas
we'll know what its like when the last days truly come
like children we repeated the same mistakes
knowing we are always forgiven
godless in our own right
supine like worship on the urban sand
not far from land

sasha yarlexolnikov

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