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in the world

this winter has brought nothing but snow
and old bones under eternal now

GOD IS YESTERDAY’S ANT SUICIDE

aluminum birds are indignant
milk cast iron birds are indignant
belts birds are indignant returning after winter home
to the cemetery

what awaits the stone after silence
why does the stone expect something after silence
(the windows and trees are locked like spring)

I come to the stone snowbird
they all grew up, and I, like Maria, don’t know how to address them

I don’t go near the ant: I don’t see
and I don’t go near the universe

and a branch crunches underfoot
or inside the chest
or a bone

what do i expect from thousand-year-old snow?
fingers

and the trees
seemed to have their branches buried
in my knees

I sacrifice the silence of my home
for you
but you
are silent

and my home has turned into a monster:
I don’t know where to return now when the curfew comes
in the world

AND NOW

I AM SUICIDE YESTERDAY ANT NOW

GOD IS THE SONG THAT MOM SANG
MOM IS THE SONG THAT GOD SANG
GOD IS THE SONG THAT SANG MOM

and while I was looking for a house a little girl
came up to me and asked why her teddy had 4 fingers
I didn’t know what to answer this girl
I wasn’t sure that 9 children’s fingers on a hand
is the wrong number

I DON’T HAVE A BRANCH TO COUNT MY OWN FINGERS

I turned to face the girl and shouted
and my face was covered with sand
merchants trampled a weak path through the sand
all crumbled

someone was crucified on three
crosses and didn’t even notice: was it me
the winds tried to whisper something like trees

crucified a little girl who had not learned to count
crucified a little boy who was afraid to get down from a sled

crucified winter sand coming from the sky
headache. no one will betray because no one will come
chestache. no one will fly away because the cage is empty
and the soul burst out

this winter has brought nothing

first publication Gorko Gazette

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there is not a single censored word left
self-censorship
censorship
?

first publication Gorko Gazette

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An Indian shoots a wounded deer in the heart

An Indian shoots a wounded deer in the heart
I stumble over a stone and don’t notice the stream of blood in my chest
The aroma of iron saturates the innocent grass
The Indian picks me up and carries me to his basement
What will happen to me next in this basement?
I ask myself this but no one answers
The crackling of wood in the fireplace wakes me from sleep
Again I wake up alone in my room
The Indian named fire falls asleep
I go out into the morning street and everything around is dark

first publication Lucky Lizard Journal

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Escape

A homeless man approached me near Times Square
A policeman shot his leg with his gaze
Doctors refused to help him because he didn’t have insurance (smiling)
His leg didn’t stop hurting
Pigeons put in a private prison got tuberculosis and the cast-iron night burst
I tried to break away from the homeless man
(A similar man robbed me at the exit of a fast-food restaurant a couple of years ago)
Both parties refused to support me and the homeless man
(The old congressmen on TV screens continued to smile like silver mummies)
We both melted in a cauldron of illusions
I don’t have money to hide in a nightclub or restaurant

And the homeless man continues to mentally haunt me
The courts got stuck in the branches as if in the palms of their hands and
Nothing happened

The media reported freedom
(Freedom from traffic rules?
Freedom from gravity?)
Children appropriated by schools and parents repeated the word freedom

Catholic churches have lost their noses
Foreign policy cemetery has grown

What if I myself am actually a homeless person
Who pesters passersby in the city center?

Nobody cares
America’s nightclub is closed for quarantine

first publication Egophobia