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As 'Twere The Poems Of Lara Zhivago 2

He’s gone home to her…
.
Her, father, a clown
used to be in films;
her mum, very young
when she married him,
(‘number-one’, her name,
sounding like: her mum)
three times his daughter,
she, they said, counting
two times, more, her age,
he, three times, older
then her, ‘…than Oona.’
Tonia, their daughter…

.
The home, her father’s,
now, communally
occupied \ mass filled,
every n square feet
per so many, are
allowed space to live;
the father’s home, that
much \ way, divided:
perhaps, not as bad
as dividing drew’s/
Helen’s books, so
many pages per
proletarian czar.
.
Yes, drew used to bid
me read Helens, ruiz/
Bascom, too, before
I got myself here
to find he’s nowhere.
no conspiracy/
collaboration/
monkeybusiness: no!?
.
Incredulousness.
larisaZ shakes
her head, right; then, left,
hoping you don’t nod;
or: Linaji/Omar —
buchart, I’d read, too.
.
Enough of that/drew:
He said, mainly surf
yourself; pick-up/choose.

.
Yury, returned to
a home, as described.
Tonia saw him walk…
Can one I. D. ‘walk’?
…ing toward the house,
looking up to where
her presence might be:
much more suggestive,
prospective I. D.
possibilities.
.
In this poem she does
run down the stairs and
past the woman —in
charge, don’t you know? (of
the house! )
— banging the
doors, open, running:
Yury’s already
closing his fur coat
-(the bear’s?); she’d not thought
before: they could be
bear in a teepee,
their heads above it,
it, that coat he wears;
wore, when she did not
dare…
.
: my, daring, taken
over by that man,
Khamarovski; he,
Yuri’s dad’s partner,
who is a lawyer,
also, recipient,
was; and was with him,
Zhivago’s father.
.
Some more, later on.
drew’s letter, I might
read, this time, we cross.
I’ve stood on it, some.
-I, too’ve, watched Willis.
“Khamarovski” has
made me re-think.
Zhivago’s dad was
also hidden by
the names flung at him.
And, did he suicide?
That letter may show
what Yury had not.
.
I, Yuriatin
is calling; Katya,
my Katya, is there…
.
_Pasha, did not wait.
He went straight to war.
He was a teacher
since they had married \
since she had confessed
the degradations
Kamarovski staged,
dragged her secret wonts
through; depths that promised
or, some way, offered
a coincident
innocence; lured, as
she knew she was; the
attention of the
little puppy, so
sweet, so knowing, so -
-
.
faster than my blood
surges through my veins!
The pup, a Great Dane?
How: reality?
Overshadowment?
Extend to where’er
imagination
shot out —subconscious?
runs of the arrow
baiting the tenderer
coordinate
his Nimrod attempts;
outside experience \
egotiations
that can meet to match \
complement; sign-in…
.
—-larisaZ

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As 'Twere The Poems Of Lara Zhivago 2

larisaZ

Joined April 2009

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