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Your monstrous heart feels like a burden.

You try to pull out ill-fated magnet from your chest.

The tortured blood clot you turn into stone.

Silence feeds lungs. Ignorance is blessed.

But the dawn is wounded. The fog licks the grass.

Haze of white ashes milks crimson lands.

Black as a sloe, the sky embraces the landscape of rust

Unclothing the red sun like a nipple of breast.

Onset of the wind falls down the golden woods.

Its music is heard between organ-pipes of amber birches.

Let the old bog be healed like a green wound,

When the willow weeps like a loyal believer in church.

Innocent joy! It could have never been different.

Through the broken ribs one can see the hematoma of space.

I have passed the game, being an external student,

Being a gallery god in the theater of lathery plays.

2017

The Sabbat

I ask The Fall for cozy feast

Into my dark and shabby house,

To open pages and the wounds,

To dance, and burn sad truth in fires.

I`ll organize the Sabbat rite,

And let it be as sweet as honey.

Let melt the ice in twinkling eyes

And lipstick be so flat and winy!

I ask The Fall for saddest song.

I let Satyr to tear my hips.

I`m eager for the rain to fall,

The sky to dark, and you to pierce.

I ask The Fall for cozy feast

Let summer go to Neverland.

The bitter grass so spicy smells...

Dance me, collapsing what was planned.

2017

The Surf

Astringent taste of your exuding sweat,

I lick from your oh-so-skillful fingers.

No more I need to run, to wait, to hate,

Just make my petals beg for a bite of stinger.

Astringent taste of tea,of sea, of time -

Captivating essences of liquids.

I let you be my spiritual crime.

The freedom comes at least to the sequence.

Astringent blood does not evoke remorse.

No more I cry. No need in absurd sorrows.

Don't ask you to protect. Just close the door

For us to entertain my feast of horror.

2015

The Calvary

You stand still, so wet between the legs.

And your eyes are teary-salty.

The Sun blazes like a razor my chest.

And your gaze makes me feel thirsty.

My heart is beating so madly,

Choked with melted gold.

You watch your fate in my hands.

This vision makes you so hot.

And I wish I would be so mighty

To own you under my legs.

But you are a seed and you can

Root and bloom through my chest.

Your still waters boil the fiends

In the teapot, prepared for lunch.

Wine fills the poisonous cups.

With pearls into your womb I cum.

I teach you my DNA.

You raise the demons of mine.

Then you drive spikes to their hearts.

The trust you bury alive.

Your hair is coiling like snakes.

Pandora`s box of my reign

Is open.

So you are to blame.

You break the sand-glass into dust.

You weep with the tears of mint.

I want to put you in chains,

To carve your forehead with "SLAVE"...

I want you.

Stop and exhale.

The air is fresh. Radiation.

You`re loyal like a spaniel.

You expect from me certain actions.

You sow the poppies- "Inhale!"

You come to me.

And you bend your knees.

I gulp my saliva, like a sword.

I appeal for mercy the cockcrow.

Domination. I am your God.

But something tells me - I am bogged down.

Something tells me - I am in distress.

I wish I would better run out.

But my heart throbs to my chest.

My legs are becoming rubbery.

You will leave and I will fall dead.

And no poppies can promise recovery.

To escape! The fire expired!

But I bear my cross to the Calvary.

2017

The Beauty

- What is beauty, my dear Lord?

- Banks of snow on the graves,

Bullfinches` bloody craws,

Candle fever in your hands.

- What is silence?

- It`s the Moon,

Stiffened wax on pallid skin,

Dreams devouring your mind,

Gentle whisper of the Doom.

- What is kindness, my dear Lord?

- Kindness is the bullet`s speed

That retains your smile on face

As you`re falling down to bleed.

2017

The Neverland

I`ll rive all nerves inside your mind

As human dies inside your eyes.

Inside your soul is cruel dark,

It meets the strike and turns to spark.

I will ignore the soul noise

It`s better music than your voice.

I`ll paint it blood in all details,

Those dragons fly in fairy-tales

I`ll fetch my ass to Neverland

For things I`ve promised to defend,

In shattered walls of dust and lust

I`ll find new things to be discussed.

I will disgust, I will tear out

All things I am to say aloud,

I`ll bleed my hate to sniffling sins,

But do my best to be convinced

In purity of sacred soul,

In things that happened for control,

For new cold snow, for my mute plea

And lucid reason of my need.

Of need to scream and to be heard.

Of need to stab and feel the hurt,

For cruel mind to make the wounds,

For body lay in silent woods.

2016

These are no gods who bake the pots

These are no gods who bake the pots,

These are no gods who left me burns.

The scream freezes on lips.

Horn of Amalthea is down and spilled.

I used to be strong and prolific.

But I let the Trojan horse in.

Can you hear the sound so dismal?

These are groaning salts of cold seas.

My heart leaps up from the chest.

Bloody red is the dew on my lips.

You squeeze my poor throat.

I will never revive by your kiss.

I will die as soon as you want it.

I will turn into shrill light,

Between shadows I will be haunting,

And I`ll thrive on the king`s head in July.

These are no gods who bake the pots;

These are no gods who grow the trees.

In the wind the fire cools down.

Devils sink in the poisonous seas.

2017

An Ice Breath

I trust in your silence and freedom.

I trust in your virgin hand.

I trust in the wisdom of heaven.

I trust in the whisper and steps.

I trust in the snow falling down.

I trust in the night chained by ice.

Everything what you wanted came true.

Everything what did not - will arise.

Will arise once in the kingdom -

In the Kingdom of Neverland -

Where are no ridiculous borders,

Where dancing stars never fade.

I trust in the games formed with rules.

I trust in the ears heard my gaze.

The blizzard sweeps over roads,

As a bloodless hound in chase.

The planets denied Absolute.

All waters of the seas have turned back.

Words have burned my books with deep black,

Throwing my heart to the cliff foot.

2017