Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

spent

<i am the flight>

im flying

air air rrr flash (to)

space (bar)

im immobilized

my hands _wings_feathers_shreds

im letting myself down

sip wind wind breath

dot space

point line curve straight

_/\___▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎_____________

the hospital intensive care unit rumbles

in silence

horse-house

I swallow the horse’s bow-legged apple

house is no use

I run to the other end of the rounded planet and return to a house that does not exist

Newmore

After long debates, the parliament finally approved the state budget presented by the government for the coming year. In a more ideal world there would be a poem instead of this text.

beast

who would dare to hug me:::

stomach digests panther fangs

the tail strangles the neck

sperm burns stubble

a soldier looks out of the

emptiness/purity of the fog

and begs for alms at the breast

wanting to latch all the milk out of the nipple

Shortest steppe poem

I’m no more

No title

I’m a dog and not a wolf

I’m a cat and not a tiger

I’m a worm and not a cobra

I’m a person and not [?]

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