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Jan 2021 · 237
sex
Max Jan 2021
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It seems that the first time i entered you
i've lost some crucial part of me inside you
and so i come inside you
again and again and again
trying desperately to regain it
Nov 2020 · 160
soul
Max Nov 2020
I don't believe in existence of soul
but there must be something inside me
with a hole growing in it
Mar 2019 · 529
It resonates
Max Mar 2019
At fortnight it awakes and grows
It runs between a shoe and toes
It hisses, rustles, up it goes
And resonates

It softly comes, it quietly leaves
Behind a knot one can unweave
In hundred ways

The mist that falls upon the lawn
On summer days

Then, in the hour before the dawn
It resonates

Its tongue is pretty poor for words
It speaks instead in subtle chords
No one can play

There, in the shades, black, blue and green
There, in the cut between the scenes
There, where it hardly can be seen
It resonates
Mar 2019 · 250
My Little Wonder
Max Mar 2019
You, my little wonder, are a metal instrument, pulling milk teeth
A punch in a stomach, followed by a muted growl
Soft, sweet children’s skin torn violently apart by rabid dogs
A throbbing fist, clenched so tight that nails penetrate a palm

You, my little wonder, are the sea of blood
Where the waves boil and burn in a hellish storm
Where the seagulls holler
“Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!”

You, my little wonder, are my trial, before which I stand naked
Exposed and ashamed, like a local ****
You, my little wonder, are my nightmare that rips my mouth apart and pours itself in

You, my little wonder, are a little wild child, naked, all in blood,
Crying for your mother, lost in the street
Among the dancing snowflakes, too soft, too light to ever touch you
You, my little wonder, are my darkest love, my darkest fear
Mar 2019 · 634
Montenegro
Max Mar 2019
It’s a goodbye to the birdies
It’s a goodbye to the car
It’s a goodbye to the bridges
That have taken us too far

You’re a flag behind my window
You’re a shadow on the wall
And if I break what I play with
Guess I shouldn’t play at all

And you’ve been to Montenegro
Where the sun has touched your face
All the vehicles and buildings
Synchronized to match your pace

Had your voice tracks for a weapon
Had your picture for a guide
Now there are men behind my doors
And they won’t let me go outside

So let the land be yours
All beneath your feet
Be a current flow
An electric heat
Be the rising sound
Be the river deep

And when the wicked, twisted ways have led me here
I’m standing tall
Wave a flag behind my window
Cast a shadow on my wall
Mar 2019 · 201
untitled (Subway)
Max Mar 2019
Standing at the subway station
waiting for you
with an expression of a dark, no-****-in-his-pants intellectual on my face
waiting for you

Turning my head slowly, clockwise and back
Seeking you
Like a radar
Seeking you
Like a sinister black device of war
Seeking you
Like a killer waiting for a chance
Seeking you
Feb 2019 · 426
As Long As I Don't See You
Max Feb 2019
Everything will be alright as long as I don’t see you
I will be alright as long as I don’t see you
My heart won’t madly throb as long I don’t see you
My stomach won’t be twirling as long as I don’t see you
My nerves will sleep in peace as long as I don’t see you
My hands won’t quietly shake as long as I don’t see you

I try and love myself as long as I don’t see you
I can do anything as long as I don’t see you

As long as our eyes don’t meet
This sour ice won’t get to me

And just as long as long as I look away
My mind can reach a thousand ways
And I believe I’m free
As long as I don’t see

As long as I don’t hear
I can pretend I’m clear
In thought and in intention

As long as I don’t talk
My fear’s a word in chalk
And I can clean the board

So, after all I’ve said
Do I want to see or hear or talk to you?

Can I?

Please?
Feb 2019 · 313
Idiot Woman
Max Feb 2019
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
She’s come to town to take yours instead

Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
They better die of hunger than her deadly arms

Touch them if you like for their own sake
Touch them if you like for their own sake
Touch them if you like for their own sake
She won’t take those who ain’t clean as snow

You should forbid them to cry or complain
You should forbid them to cry or complain
You should forbid them to cry or complain
She likes the ones with tears in their eyes
Max Feb 2019
Lisa knows where the poppies hide
the men in white pick them up at night
Lisa knows but she won't tell Beth
cause she'd find it hard to hold her breath

Bethy's become even more suspicious
She says that she still catches transmissions
So, Elisabeth, despite her own poor state
Watches carefully over her darling roommate

Lisa knows where the poppies hide
Oh, those charming rubies glow bright in the night
And if their beauty some girls do not see
they taste it each day as their morning tea
Feb 2019 · 576
Madeleine
Max Feb 2019
It's time to sleep, my honeygirl
to close your pretty eyes
You stare into the ceiling
as if into the skies

The sand of sleep in all good children's eyes -
- an anxious flame in yours
And there has never been a night
when i could see them closed

Each day you wake up full of life -
- at nights you do not breathe
Is it an illness or a ghost
that we are dealing with?

It's Christmas day now, Madeleine,
to God above I pray
to send you dreams sweet like yourself
and take disease away

My poor girl Madeleine, sleep tight tonight
mad-mad-mad-Madeleine

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