Red alluring dress
Wearing a woman.
***** back:
Red versus black, -
Designers applauding.
I envy God
Not power, but the vision.
Quivering eyelashes will
Furbish the ***** feet
Smelling of Mother - - -
Let's get acquainted.
After all
Man's longing
Is measured by
Heels
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
Nowhere in the textbook does it say
How to get up in the morning
So that shivering of the ventricles
Wouldn't turn into flaming butterflies
As the rhythm whips
Last wails of the bell tower
In the blink of an eye
Rushes through your hair
And you are left alone
With a deflated pillow
That leaks the dream of
Candyfloss in the sun
Ultraviolet rays
Stretching
Through the desert of longing
Thirst satisfied by chemicals
Then you drag your feet to learn
From your mistakes
(without a permission to live)
As the cancer itself -
Backwards
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
Surrounded by a flock
Of hungry eyes
That look down
From the tower but
Cannot see
As the grass digs deeper
Into my skin
While I hold the skies
For you still
Becoming a monument
In the honor of
Tower of power
Time - full yet
Life - less
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
You are breaking everything with your (un)worn shoes
Stomping on stereotypes, evil, and souls
While tasting the smoke of a rolled cigarette.
Then you worship the streets in the background of jazz
Calling a revolution:
The king is dead, long live the anarchy,
Monarchy is buried under fedoras and ashes.
Damp fingers and open lips cease to surprise,
Just burning leftovers of shame and bray goosebumps
In churches. Heavy breathing nuns and squeaking altars...
Men, what can you see through the illuminators of your glasses?
Your planes and ships, machines have already turned
Back into pumpkins, bleeding cinderellas and their babies
Born in the tales of horror.
Evening - it's the new tomorrow! Instincts wake and it doesn't hurt
When you tickle the Milky Way in search of a Friend.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
Dear people of the world,
I left you a letter.
There, on the first asteroid on the right.
Is hardship in paper and paint
Worth more than dismay and wax
Melting in prayer during a storm?
Tell me, Friend, how wide
Your face and all the world was
When it's been raining stars
And you left without umbrella?
I saw how nights can twinkle -
The endless raven highway.
How many gods does it take
To change a burned out star?
It is so crazy that we are
In time and space that hatches
Life. It matters not. Like stars,
One day we all run out of matches.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC