Silk road

A fly

Below the Saksaul

A white line

A dead camel, bones

Ants, on the rotten skin

Barren horizon, a moon

Tracks into space, concrete, Industrial wasteland, very far to


Miles of freight trains to Russia go along the flat lakes with the millions of birds

Fresh water from Pamir to Kattakurgan

I take my Cabrio ride with my maps, clock, glass

First to Sharshara Tandyr-Kebab caraway lamb and pine and then

Over the pass with the Chinese traders to Fergana

I buy a grey quail, a chukar partridge, a golden oriole, a vulture, a warbler and an owl,

Let them go to their homes

I buy the fine painted porcelaine of Rishtan

A rusty Kalashnikov in Margilon was whispered

Eat the herbs with citrus salad in Kokand

With Uzbek cats

And Vodka and Chai

With the Georgian lady


Under the territorial roofs of the state of the Khan

26.04.2020 Tbilisi