near the dry barrel I laid my arms, my legs
my eyes are tied with photons, cones, and rods
on the top of the sky
from above it’s raining with dust and fishes
the rain’s colour is grey – like
when you’re supposed to kill, the bare hands become holder for weapons with two directions
with them you dig in the ground like some shovels to pull out your own life from the coffin
today,
do you think I’ll keep my mouth shut when you let me no possibilities to express my nasty personality?
when I look beyond my shoulder I see only darkness and bleeding wounds on the dried hearts,
my days had leaked under my knees, where the waves had wiped out every second
that you forgot in the sight’s infinite – when leaving you left me nothing but a wreath of dry leaves
in the
first leaf of autumn stroke the back of my head, leaving just tracks
for the beautiful days that will come, for the strong heart-beatings
that will lead my soul on the top of the irreversible
Within the vineyards sun whispers
Bacchus’ metamorphosis –
revival of pleasures and anger
Trees tremble their leaves in torment
for the wind will bring aging –
birds on the sky started
I thought that the rain drops will wipe
the tear caught in salt crystals,
on the cheek burned by the sand of expectation
In the morning I woke up hanged on a horologe
of passion –
nether,
After I’ve got a brogue in the top of the head
I aroused my shape – half blood, half smile
and started to search through insanity’s view-finder
the hammer’s handgrip
to hack your ankles
MS