+ he's more than russia +

you've made your decisions
before we had a
chance to begin.
i see the way
those lusty
pupils of yours
peer at me.
those leaves changed
their colors
so damn
fast.
and you're there.
with your love.

and she's perfect.

and i'm here.
with you in my head.
in my next flight
to this place,
i'll be the one you choose.
we'll lay on the grass
as we did
that day,
the sun's heat equaling
our desires.
the wind on my lips
that you'll
lick
right up.

i'll bring
you
some coffee.
black.
all i
want in
return is
you.


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PAST ONE O'CLOCK by Vladimir Mayakovsky

This poem was found among Mayakovsky’s papers after his suicide on April 14, 1930. He had used the middle section, with slight changes, as an epilogue to his suicide note.

Past one o’clock. You must have gone to bed.
The Milky Way streams silver through the night.
I’m in no hurry; with lightning telegrams
I have no cause to wake or trouble you.
And, as they say, the incident is closed.
Love’s boat has smashed against the daily grind.
Now you and I are quits. Why bother then
To balance mutual sorrows, pains, and hurts.
Behold what quiet settles on the world.
Night wraps the sky in tribute from the stars.
In hours like these, one rises to address
The ages, history, and all creation.