‌  ‌‌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 dog has been let
      off the leash


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The comet out of the
Meaty cave of Life
getting burnt in the atmosphere
and extinguished.
Faint cinder ends up
   in damp cold grave.



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Clouds have covered the moon again
It's going to be a long ride, again
     Another game is coming
  For us to play

  Who knows if
this time we're
going to pay

Tram's bell
like a damaged
barking of an old dog.
Not mad or angry though-
-A Natural Flow of Chaos.
Languidness has come again
and is filling the days.


"-Have you ever been to a Moon?
        -No, only stared at it.
         It is sufficient in this exotic
         place, this exotic planet.
         Seas, sandy shores
         starry violet sky,
         Come join us, dig deep into
         the soil of neurons. That'll
         do the job.
         You'll wake up on the beach,
         beside us dancing."


                     Each place and moment
                      has unique smell
                      to it.

          I watched a bird
          climb a tree,
          jumping swiftly
                  Sat on the balcoon,
          and stared at the moon.
                          Old paths

Show me your secret notebook
A reef under generic surface of water.

They've cut down my childhood tree
I used to climb.
                                      Pink Skies.



As she was walking away
from a car
The music gradually
Interrupted, like a radio
Losing its signal
And stopped.
S H E ' S H O T

As I drove,
I poured the music
out of the windows,
to mix it with
the sea of night.
Frogs of Winter.






O birds of spring,
You woke up too early,
your songs don't belong
in the winter's cold air.
You should have remained
silent and hidden
in your safe nests

I feel rather like
exploring self-caves,
Dark Mines of mine;
Dissolving under the blanket
of warmth and sickness
With my eyes closed.
(Do I?)
Definetly not fitting the machine.

Double-edged sword.
Endless wrestling with
Ego.
Say hello!



Once again(another day),
One more time,
She drifted into the night
and the music got torn
piece by piece
(Chopin, Nocturne op.9 No.1)
And I(We)
Were left in the brutal cold,
and dark, and silence
(Dead, pinned to the ground,
awaiting.)

     The moment a smile fades
     A switch that changes the masks
     Ancient greek theatre

Oh birds, you've found
Your small place
on a lake that froze
almost entirely.
Rejoy,
O lucky birds!



Veins of the city
remain silent beside us.
Conversations like ash
or leaves, or snow flakes
fall to them and dissolve,
but they don't cease to exist;
Remain hidden.

Old and new Things
got wed in an instant,
like wild thorny
carnivorous plants,
without us noticing;
Beyond the still line of horizon
-outshouted by the
Rush of Society.
Hidden old silent rooms.





I held a pipette
and gently instilled
the tiny sharp
drops of liquid Music
into the chill lake of Night.
They diffused in the black,
like a dark sapphire ink.

      Wind be a brush,
       for my long,
       slightly savage hair.

         Time drills and channels
          the canyons
          in the flesh of brain.

(Here is the bag with all the leaves
and withered twigs, rotten apples,
gray hair, used tickets, dried tears,
dirt and sebum scraped off the skin,
crumbled, tattered papers, alcohol
metabolites, angry emotions, *****
of thread, carcasses of birds,
feces, and rusty metal junk)

Thank you,
I am cleansed.

Decapitated sunflowers
-a sharp line, where summer ends

A thousand memories bursting in mind
Old paths
        A pine, wind, balcoon
        Water, bike and towel, (hot soft wind, shade)
   Wood's structure and a car ride in the morning

A grasshopper, august dim-cold(yet warm) day
Languid,
                                heavy,
               slow
A tattered blotter on my tongue
    Sweat, tree bark and cycling
         A pipe, movie & then sleep & bus travel
                      And we're back where we started

Went down, slippery cold stairs
Spiraling down, words on walls,
The paper sheets?

Heard the music down there...
Down... Down...
I've heard it before;
Down... Down...  Rumble down...
An underground celebration,
                      So I went - down.

        (the cave)
Infants were there, dark rooms,
Bathing in the boiling red wine,
Laughing madly in the fumes,
The ceiling and walls were moist and dripping.

These babies, visages of chimera,
Evil grins cutting their faces,
Evil smiles, gruesome masks
and cigars in their hands, claws...
          -Stop!!!

This I will unleash,
One day, whiskey, liqours,
Yeah.
Beers, drinks... rumbling.
Calm dark surface of the lake
At night
And the carnival nearby,
Mile away or so...
you can hear their sounds,
muted slightly;
faint lights of torches,
at the other side of lake.
Weird tribesmen
Praising the summer solstice
With howls, maracas,
Tiny bells, dance,
Fire.

-But listen to me now!
Now, when you hear me,
Look here, look closely.
Put your hand in me,
Can't you feel I'm almost boiling?
I'm no mud, I'm a clear water,
Almost as a spring!
Swift and clear - and hot.
                                
                           ­        and dark.

A man walks down the street and notices a coin;
He picks it up and looks closely.
After a brief investigation he sighs, and throws it away.
He's found no value,
*******

                                 Please, decorate the interior of your heart,
                                 Tattoo the words, quotes and sentences,
                                 Engrave the walls of your skull.

                  You are all killing me
                  with your smiles
                  Cold needles, dead icicles in my heart.
                  Birds wallowing in mud.

Dogs meeting each other for a first time,
Stiff bodies, sniffing, looking
-building distance.
Stiff body
"I don't like him" - thinks one dog.

                  Penny with no value,
                  **** him, let him rot

                                 You don't realise at how deep water
                                 you are looking at
                                 and refuse to probe it.

Leaves on the wind, soil,
Hyacinths growing(think about their smell),
Cold receding, come, spring.
Oh, I used to be there.