An ode to Russian trains

the bustle of packing
and throwing the clothes 
down the suitcase

the rushing to station 
and waiting in Soviet-like 
queues for the ticket

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squarespaces —
those four-walled apartment buildings
obscured by freckled skies
with their fluffy clouds
inhabited by men
so miniature and lilliputian
from above
so minuscule petite and tiny
creatures
enslaved in caves
called squarespace

doll

your face is riddled 
with little sand crystals 
the color of the sun 
your heart is a pandora box 
with tiny arteries and vessels 
your frame is pure porcelain 
fragile yet full of life 
and passion 
your hands are from the painting 
of salvador dali 
your lips are burgundy 
and eyes are bali ocean 
you’re like a…

making love at a hotel

I would love to strip 
you naked
covering your chest 
with little drops 
of menstrual blood 
and thrashing you 
against the hotel’s 
headboard of a bed 
and splash you 
with the dry red 
and spit 
on your belongings 
dreams included
 and curse
and smoke 
and kill
and run

mind

I’ve been recently losing
my mind — 
the broken coffer which
spews decorative trinkets,
distills the gasp of stifling air
and cyanid ocean
that’s never been there,
disperses gas molecules
around asylum
of an apartment that
ceases to exist beyond
the doorstep,
I’ve been recently losing my mind — 
the coffer
that’s…

birds

swift-flying birds 
immanently looming 
over passers-by 
rising above 
the greyish buildings 
and falling steadfastly 
below the sea level 
trembling in flights 
and glazed 
with savage emotion 
defiant in spirit 
and birthed with the freedom
 as opposed to humans 
who are forever slaves

little jesuses

have you ever seen Jesus 
walk on water? 
I have. 
dozens of little water striders 
glide across the surface of a lake 
like saints 
enjoying themselves 
and preparing 
to taste that human blood
which for them 
is like wine 
only undiluted — 
sacred baptism

when one can’t stop writing

a violent talk 
2 sentences 4 words 
soliloquy or monologue? 
a candle mutely burns 
and sinking moon 
escapes the fate 
of being so passionately blamed
for all misfortunes
the darkness falls
the sliding lights
glide over rooftops
and dissolve in perils
a rooster cries
an end to…

demons

she has been running 
through the forest
under the blue sky,
which on the premise
of magic
was delivering a sermon
guiding her through the debris
of fallen birches
and poplar trees
her dark amber hair
the length of four full spans
cling and scramble
to the shaken trees
and entwine with
forlorn twigs
she runs…