Thrown myself
onto the waves of
sea of sparks
(control no more)
floating and carresed
by the sea of
reptiles & amphibians' faces
I drown in

Cigarette's ember
  in night's sky
Like a primeval meteorite.
   So that's what
 the creatures of
the elder world
  saw?

Ripe and splendid,
  the summer day
In luscious sun
  - the trees they sway
These worlds await.

Ether winds caress,
  Stroke the strings
of fleeting time
  While I sleep,
While it all flies
                     & lies

Under the summer sun,
Under the summer sun.

Thank you for your beauty.
       I will love you, but
    in some other lifetime

    Here and now
           I am
           completely broken
       & hopelessly sad
     lost in these
                                drops of time

‌  ‌‌The desperate pounding
  ‌          on the wall can be heard

"Love Love Love"
I can't believe you're so shallow.
   You refuse. You die.
   You vanish like a burning hay,
   right here, on the blackened way.
Candy peaks, monotonous points in the sea

      Let me descend
    Open you a bit


                        River,
                        Sun,­­
   ­                     foamy stream,
                        You drown,
                        Love, dream, dream!
                        TV screens
                        Times square
                        Light-ants
                       ­ Electric signals through wires
                        deep dark night flooding rush
                        Volcano erupting
                        Surface! Screammm!
                          Neons
                       ­ A­lcohol on glass
                        Old charwoman rubs it
                        with rag
                        Hands shake you
                        in the foamy stream
                        Ha!
                        Who was right?


     The night staggers you
     with thousand stars
     Wolves howling
     Moon
     Mushrooms
     Dew & violet & knights
     & Mysteries
     Welcome to the old days
     Tomorrow you will be introduced
     to the wise King of England


A rocker picks up stuff
and scatters the TV screen
bottles of liqour are smashed
in his house
Glass scattered, guitars wrecked - he's crazy,
pulling out hair, gnashing teeth
-You all killed him
    and You are not even aware


     Meanwhile a man strolls the woods
      searches for mushrooms
       on sunny autumn day
       he smells moss, bark and undergrowth
       He's contemplating the topics of
             childhood & ******


        Red lipstick smears all over her lips
                 She's the animal queen
                     All belongs to her
                   Thanks to her claws,
                     cat-moan, and the
                          short living
                     aggressive cinder
                            she owns.
            Leather jacket be her weapon,
                  Night be her moment.





I am the Eye,
and what I see
is a child picking yellow petals
of sow-thistle
kneeling in the sun
in his timeless summer.
Who would know,
that this chapter
would be closed
one day
and the brown leather book
would become dusty
someday

The Sun made it possible for us
to live and grow

However, in 5 billion years, the day of the judgement
is about to come,
when the Sun will swell and devour the Earth.
Our then-current state and our past
will be precisely reviewed by the Sun.
We'll be appraised of what we've accomplished,
and judged for our deeds
and all that stuff.

But,
the Sun had got the date wrong, because
we will ******* **** ourselves
way before this time.

we are nothing but
meaty worms
with our ******* dim minds
restricted like
earth dwelling worms
crawling 'neath the surface
dim minds, fragile soft bodies
   just accept that fact

Lone Cebador
        Gaucho child
With weary boots of leather
Weary shirt, indian feather

He sat on pampa grass,
Beside the cracking fire
and the desert mass
     With his thoughts wandering
Wild eyes gazing into the
     evening sky

A bird of prey - thru the air he flew
The Lone Cebador with nothing
but his thoughts, and his sacred brew