Particular Words in a Specific Order

Gross welcome unpaid 
the reaching hand, void 
invitation to an autumn 
unbecoming of either of us. 
An anchor lifts relieves me of pretense,  
I am dumb and gone after this, 
but we take a swim, dried oysters 
floating among sours, has he 
labeled me, too, whatever he is? 
I take home a chair, a bookstand, 
and in its guilty folds I stuff wiser 
words than his. I unlearn them. 
Meaning well, хорошо, 
tasked to learn evil, too, 
… 
I do not remember the word. 
Bound to a fading language 
sins of his reaching hand, 
we have not left it 
bring me from it  
Забери меня отсюда.

2019