***
Under the heels of silence lie the silhouettes of people-leaves. Where do we go grinding buried bones with our huge feet?

Air dancing snowflakes. The stone is snow. The stone is water. We are all dancers.

Fire in the eyes of a butterfly. A bonfire on which prospects burn. The fire on which dinner is cooked.

One day a man left his house for a shop and never came back.

***
Nobody was born killed.
Only the birds grimaced like tangerine skins.

Nobody was born.
New Year's magic frozen in the snows of time.

***
Five birds sit on a branch of one tree
One tree holds five birds

How many trees can the earth support?
How much paper is burned daily?

How many people got burned today?
God's assistant pressed the wrong button again

***
The flying bird is extinguished
The moon is fading in the sky
The candle in my heart melted completely

Morning begins

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Fear of grass on cold lips
Spring sweetness of first kisses

***
feast for mother
memorial for mom
funeral for mom

who are we burying?
where do we bury?

we bury our childhood under a bush 
at the request of the mother

dead mother in the cloud –
smiling

***
the rebellious spirit in my stomach gurgles and begs for alcohol
dog catching snowflakes with tongue
christmas all year round
easter around the clock

***
we exchange skulls with each other like silence
our hands itch as if after the crucifixion
our genitals itch like a virgin virgin
birds above their heads turn into ticks on paper
the world is squeezing deeper and deeper into a gas mask

***
iron mosquitoes exhaust the body
wooden organs rot
brain cloud exfoliate
a church candle in the chest vomits 
the fire from which the future will be born

*** 
butterflies 
in the stomach 
die silently 
looking at the fire

***
i want the bird to die
then the military pilot will not go astray
then the nuclear warhead will fly where it needs to

shit

***
sky composed in advance gnaws earlobes
Icarus freaks out like an impotent before sex
kisses of air in the weather forecast are not foreseen
and the earth from below is hard as if it is not round at all