ИН ЗЕ КИТЧЕН - поэтам
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covers his body over the years
Poet is a good tailor.
Eyes of the color of sulfur
Language like an old suit

grow to us (you), yes to be like the peaks
Yes, just all stump, but peas.
The wall is strong not to overpower.
Let's try to cross this bridge

there would be wings, flew
The window is torn by the network,
but there are no wings at the body
The poet sprinkles his body

feasts his body in the bathroom
Water flows from the tile.
The phone answers with a beep
Another May to nowhere

There were attempts to study
Taburet-strain together.
Young faces are deceived
cold, insidious word

Where did the roads get us?
We should only lead.
settled, hovered, frozen
And we look like a world melting

Poets, your poems with blood
Poems-fools of Kalia.
guitar weapons to battle,
and who says I don't understand