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IT CAME TRUE
Throw away that heart, it is no any longer yours!
You sank your head like an ostrich
In the sand,
You will sting your dick into mentally
Cold woman!
Get used to your sub-consciousness,
Do me a favour, kill yourself!!!
YOURS
Weed in field, yours
Easy ballad, yours
Under the petal, yours
In silence of words, yours
By skin and blood, yours
Woman and star, yours
Faith and cheat, yours
With stormy kisses, yours
Whose pain is this?
Your, yours
Inside you, yours
In everything, yours
And yes she is, yours
Knowingly, unknowingly, yours.
YOU START KISSING
Die of beauty
You devil’s Emperor,
From merciful sin
Kiss these May cherries
Green apples
Pollen lips.
You start kissing.
Kiss white merry buttocks
hips, navel, tip of the nose
palms that clasp
You start kissing.
Kiss closed eyes
Bitter tear
Child of dawn, women of night,
You start kissing.
Kiss the moon of soul
Kiss, emperor
Kiss at the fifth side of the world.
THIS IS A POEM AS WELL
Nah-na-na...
And the poem is uha-ha
Soemtimes even tra-lah-lah
It is also good hobble-de-hoo
It is strong u-ha-ha!
But it can be also, ni nah nah
And then blah blah blah
And ta-nah –nah
After that it goes tra lah-lah
Intriguing, oh-ho-ho?
then par-lam, par-lam
and with it of course clapetty-clap, snip-snap
and who knows....
It is good no matter to who gives a dime.
Who gives a dime.
Who gives a dime.