15

as I've been here for thousand minutes

squeezing of the

hard lemon

nothing goes up, 

salt, only salt

in the name of this pink evening, i wanna have some

 

 

14

your glasses my glasses
not same
not same at all, that's why
it is a hard thing to say "cheese"

13

the day of flowers and bee
the time of sweat and sea
the fallen skies should learn
the slimy mind must burn
to be a proper and just
sun may rise at last

12

Night promised her return
Day believed the truth
their mating is a Myth
we call her Evening

11

i believe in winter
i try to breathe and walk faster

10

it's a say
Dream-weaver loves to play
against the simple Clay
life hard on
Flesh rocks on

9

They had little time to hear a story of my own
i miss the texture and scriptures of my Bone
i see old times in these, safe dependable fingers
my deep breaths keep me above
unusual cold in chest
let me raise a stream
in my deep dream
cannot laugh so high to pierce a goblet

this is a huge reservoir of bitter chirping