her beauty is a baby bird.

i cant wait for it to hatch.

i eat the egg.

am mauled by the mother.

my stomach is warm on the floor.

the yolk and i cook
and enjoy one another.

your mind
run away from me
on fire

then run back
and beg me
to subdue it.

Vy , kak budto drugiye net.

it is an oil horse
churning.

attracting smoking teens
and protesters

and the onset of
an armageddon

anything

to burn it down.

its in the jails
when you say goodbye
to the only friends you have.

the homeless shelter
when
you find your love
and dont know
if she'll love you
when
you leave.

if youll be on a couch
in the bosses house
ready for the rides
to work.

if youll ever retire.

or just wear out
and die.

watching memories
until you
have to make them up
as
you go along.

if youll

nourish

the soil

or if

the plants

grow

all

by

them

selves.

i slept
and the dark
it crept
all around me

i awoke
a being
of light

i want to eat
fruits and vegetables
with you
until we rot.