Forge Community Service Hours

Fedor Sologub

our days, our lives fugitive
As a brief illusion, like a fleeting dream
chain
will stay, just some wise words
And just for them our life will be justified.
The cup filled with the poisons of the earth
Somehow
overflow into radiant pieces.
They burn our days, our lives fugitive
like incense, like smoke from fugitive
dreams.


the drunken poet

I live well with madness and excess, spend the day writing
and
nights in the canteen. Find
dawn quiet, melancholic and impetuously

and write poems about death and sadness.

I live well. I myself have chosen to burn the boat
sorrowful destiny
While I scream at the helm. Di will

death and drowned in despair all the delights,
all.

Swolllen Elbow Hot Stiff

Cubs

newborns in a debased world. Cubs



hoping to learn to walk
in a vast and strange world.

Cubs open their eyes waiting

its freedom,
that probably will never
.


Cubs ever going to see white sand beaches, majestic

dining with meals lush
the sun peeking through the horizon, red clouds
crying his misfortune,
a woman stroking her hair.

do you have?

A god that looks callous disregard

with a cold floor
a grocery
a roll cold hot cold shower

rare and banned cigarette odors that make

cloud your mind
his brothers, other puppies,

who love freedom, but live the same Unfortunately.

Occasionally, these puppies
happens

something beautiful:

With its small and innocent tongue poke
where white and sharp teeth,

lick lick lick
and follow the padlock
apres,
hoping that someday it

pity his misfortune,
and so

able to walk and see this world

debased

vast and unusual.

Meanwhile, everything still seems

a world of shit.



pablito
For a resident of the street wise enough, and hopefully
existence
not continue for too long, because I have
who wanted to tear

head when he saw freedom.