Time
thoughts were silenced
misfortune befell the leaves
autumn crept up
The desert
The grass smells of sweaty paints mixed with wolfish yawns and dirty fur
I kiss the grass of your leafy hands and try to warm them with my tired hands
But you fade like a candle of sunlight on the eve of the polar night
Your body is so beautiful, so white, but I can’t take it with me: corpses are capable of decomposing
Your thoughts are empty, like a desert —
Let’s go tomorrow at sunrise and take a last breath of preoccupation air
Love
Mother sews a dress for her daughter
Mother sews a vagina for her daughter
<Mother wants grandchildren>
Mother sews a vagina for her daughter for a soldier
Mother’s husband died long ago
Daughter still feels like a child
Because being a child means being a slave to parental love
And vagina tries to talk at night
And the nuclear rain outside the window never ends
The bell
bears sprats viennese carpet turkish ball brazilian borscht ukrainian carnival white bears sharks telephone injections or (open) calls all kinds of cola sugar and blood memory and mint and first and foremost want to die and never never twice and thrice never see newer ti see to know or to hear the killer(s) number(s) 89 back bladder balls beaten chops kidneys of the punishment shorty shortly shitty cell molecules of corpses separated like lovers no one loves and no one knows locusts begin to emerge from the sleeve god’s torn robe еven flowers can’t drink blood water cotton and candy cotton cocon candy sandy mold of memory has grown on my moss covered back (grass or glass) i still can’t speak or remain silent but my screams and these people are pulling my soul out of my carry belly oh oh how painful it is it was it will then they hammer my soul back in like a nail with a hammer and despair
The peeling putty
The peeling putty of human life
The snake sheds the skin of the past and falls asleep
Snake catchers go hunting and kill icy time
The pendulum of the bell tower of the nursing home is covered with gray snow
Cut off the cute
Cut off the cute eyes of a handsome boy
Trample the dew from the glass with your bare feet
Break the grass and crush the helpless ant
(I look down and feel small)
The sky painted with the infinitive of murder floats overhead
The sky floats away overhead
The ground disappears from under your feet and
And the sand of time dissolves in the bowl of memories
Birth
Death
Design
Signature
Time doesn’t exist
Only sand exists
The amount of pain cannot be counted
The number of aircraft carriers cannot be counted
Pain doesn’t exist
Paint doesn’t exist
There is only death
Silence
Scream
Fuck me endlessly and cum inside so that a new atomic bomb is born in my body
You’ll never fuck me
Everything around has long been dead and buried
Blue pоem
The sky is the color of angel blood
•••
Dot drops swell to the size of thinking
°°°
The capillaries of autumn spring burst with a cemetery
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The blue shadows of the dead during sleep will be picked up by crows
^^^
The blue shadows of the dead during sleep will be thrown down from the heights by crow
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Down there the river dries up with frozen faces of screams
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The rain is still stone and milky cast iron
×××
God’s assistant presses the wrong buttons again
∆∆∆
Uninterrupted ending