*

texture of tears in a quiet forest

the crunch of leaves underfoot

crunching bones underfoot

cemetery forest at dusk

 

***

intertwined fingers

bodies intertwined

the sky fell on their heads

sun hid

night of pleasure

night for pleasure

 

***

the bird imagined flying and flew away

a man on the edge of a precipice imagines a fall

 

***

I spit

out

myself



***

you look like winter

snowflakes fall on the wounds 

on the eve of christmas



***
Do not warm black milk with your palms
The night on the head or the solar furnace of tears above the head
Do not stir up silent heartfelt cries

When the language symbols climb out, you can't put them in prison
When language symbols turn into a prison, you can't go wrong
When the dawns end with nights, you will no longer pray

Close your eyes to see Narnia
Close the dawn with unspeakable patience


***
borrowing secrecy in the barren forest
my throat is very red for blood
other people's tears are too clear not to die


***
Hug stealers
Search for hands all over the world
To cut them off

Heaven embraces everyone with
Silence


***
And you will be lucky to have a gray mouse that eats cheese
And for God's sake you will have a cat that sneaks through the kitchen

Asphyxiation of joy
Suffocation of tears -
On the first day after the war


***
birds in heavenly blood are looking for a bandage
the sky plays in madness and doubles in the eyes
of a person standing on the very corner of the abyss
near the shell crater

***
Revenge of madness
Little gophers of construction in the palm of hopes

Guns screamed
The end of all roads
We swam out to drown
The only prospect is waiting
(Tipton Poetry Journal)

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Before-rain before-fear more than the skill before the heart
Anabioses of lame handwriting in the notebook of phobias
Involuntarily the rituals of movements turn into a prayer book of memories
The constant of terrorist attacks of heart contractions
Who will not wake up in the morning next time?
To whom did you extend your logos last night?
Multibillion-dollar humanity
Eons of yawning
Indifferent postcards of tears during the military occupation
(Tipton Poetry Journal)

***
a stone is a ruin
again
a stone is only a ruin
(Tipton Poetry Journal)

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spring came to the sapper mine
dogs howl
birds come from the south



***
meat chops scream
in a dream through the stomach
grass grows slowly
invisibly inaudibly


***

Birds without trees
All over the world



***
My brother is Brutus
And the sky noticed it too
Otherwise, why am I walking down the road after breakfast and it's dark around
(Asam Smith Journal)


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we are going on the road
in search of a warm spring
butterflies will show us the way
(Asam Smith Journal)


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every second i look in the mirror and see god
every second in the sky I see god

snowflakes flying in the air
my freckles have disappeared in the mirror image
(Crank)


***
Old-fashioned tragicomedy

armor protects the soul with the body
and the bombs are flying
*
sky mountains
sky sky
sky people
how many differences
and the sky is only one
*
tangerines in winter feeling of hopeless procrastination when your favorite pornactor dies inside you
(Corvus Review)

***
Houston, you're in trouble
The gypsy's prediction did not come true
And a lot has happened
Ever since someone jumped off a bridge

The dew from under the eyes has not dried
Where did it all go
Where does it all go
Republic of the Dusk Star
Your cold palms sparkling in the sun
Whisper that it's very cold

The sun has completely faded
The universe is tensed up
And lives in constant tension
around you ever since
How someone jumped off a bridge
At the same time, they started selling
Watermelons have risen in price this year
Note:
Strengthening the internationalization of economic relations between states and the deformation of the economy are possible causes of inflation causing food prices to rise
(Corvus Review)

***
My dog suddenly turned blue

My friend the groomer only sparingly said that he sympathized with my grief
No doctor or zoologist could help either
The psychological support service also did not help me
The dog looked at me sadly and pressed against my leg

It's been a day since my dog died
Exactly a day has passed since I imagine that my dog did not die, but only turned blue
Exactly a day passed like a day, I throw out the dog food from the bowl and pour a new one

My dog suddenly turned blue
(Quarter Press)

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we have grown from the volume of pain-water into the drowned
lizards of minutes scatter
so what's now
(BarBar)

***
pain
pain
pain
pain pain
pain pain
pain pain
pain pain pain
pain pain pain
pain pain pain
pain pain pain
and now it's over
(BarBar)

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Every morning
I suck my rifle's dick like
Тhere was no war
(BarBar)

***
After use
A liquid dripped onto the machine gun: blood or sperm?
(BarBar)

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in the black box of the plane is stored the black night of the soul
we are not born on this day
we are not dead this day
we are not alive today
we are in eternal night in a dispute with God and Lucifer
*
the bird became foliage and flew away
what can the human soul compare to a bird?
we were born in silence by the trees
we were born in the foliage of whitman grass
we were born in the same body
we were born for hope
*
bird on a wire
church for parishioners
temple of nature
without walls
without years
*
snow says goodbye to me
I am silent
I melt with
the snow
*
the city is hunting for my footprints
I run underground
I am running
I am underground
(The big windows review)

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Monthly centrifuge
Night conservation

Injured blizzards
Joking death
No hope
(Denver Quarterly)

***
The comet has no other
home than the universe
(Denver Quarterly)

***
Paragraph of the body cell
Breasts adorned with grape crowns to replace nipples
Men's ball eggs stole plums
Before hunger, refresh your eyes
In the middle of the night it transforms into a child and wets breasts in a bowl of milk
(Denver Quarterly)
 
***
Ytteria sweets.
It will be correct to cheat with you, not you.
(Denver Quarterly)


***
If your name isn't in Google
You doesn't really exist

It's nice to enter the river
It's nice to go out with her
It's nice to be yourself

Your name really can
To exist apart from you
Sit down check

It's nice to be on the tape
News when it's not criminal
Evening chronicle Imagine

Your name really can
To exist physically to have a body
Lungs heart

And the only thing he may lack
In this case
It's just you

INRI INRI Cura te ipsum

If your name isn't in Google
That doesn't exist for you
(Tipton Poetry Journal)

***
The street is the back of the moon
In the midst of her  life, McDonald's suddenly grew
And it grew into something like that
Which really can't exist

Wander the countless roads -
Is this our destiny?
Let's scratch the back of the head of the moon
Let's walk here for a year or a month

From here
On both sides of the long temple
McDonald's.

You don't think:
This city seems to want
To all people and streets
Did you leave him?
(Tipton Poetry Journal)

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children making sand castles
adults making sand castles

high tide
(Neologism Poetry)