night is dark as the devil's pubis
the wind walks in owl skulls
he shakes the plants like a core of smoke
uselessly shreds leaves -
they are sewn with the hair of mistresses
the night breathes as if it wants wine
when it infects... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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places of darkness, the fern is quiet like a grandfather under tranquilizers
the fern sings quietly like in a house where a baby sleeps
the redheads are dressed in towels from the chest
give ferns their collective tongue
beyond the... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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light penetrates inside the mustached men
under mother's burdock lies silence hard as Ukrainian bones
still there lies a drunkard like a sentinel in an insect paradise
Dandelion's swollen brain explodes with an ease not seen in... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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boy sculpts bird embryos from the dough and throws them up
in the morning, mother chases the winged doves from his eyelids
he hides his pupils in poppy pods
so that old people do not know that he is black-browed
under the three-meter... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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birds leave their stooped bodies
come to a house without a roof
a woman comes to a house without a roof
she is made from bread thrown on the floor by children
birds comb her hair with crooked paws
she tells them "i must look like a... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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grass moves like the eyelashes of virgins under water
touches people floating low above the ground
like naughty ghosts
the voices of teenagers bear fruit in the twilight
in everything the stars do not do there is some detachment
if... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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the path to the blue book fallen poplars rise
say "brother" and "sister" to each other
the owls are so close together
to hear their hearts whisper
the stars are so close that you can see the god's placenta
death wants to step on the... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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night lies like a dead man's violin
on this street you feel like a hermit at the end
the rustling of leaves breaks what cannot be broken
and blue things that were supposed to happen in old age
pull on the sleeve
like a child with naked... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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sun peeks into the sunflower's throat
in the valley on the white moon
the moon is looking for its eyelids
to close its eyes and rest
the sun and the moon are two humped birds
over the graveyard of ships made of the light
the house... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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moon-and-star over paper houses
the children are sleeping
their blood still wanders in Ukrainian off-road
where ghosts of thistles
the sky is truly lonely
as a female biker
moon-and-stars not consumed... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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man hunted an endless fox
stuck in a sedative fog
that will not shake the poppy seeds
leaves without skeletons are weightless
like a voice saying "sleep already"
won't budge
naked giants smoking a pipe
fog comes out of it
... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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summer storm releases its brunettes
fly among the crazy leaves
homeless shadows patch holes in the street
children carry handfuls of plums found by touch
and the darkness found by touch
the women on the bench say:
"born in a summer... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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was the dwarf who leads in the night alley
provincial whores gave birth to a wet lilac
deep stores are closed -
girls can't buy themselves green eyes
therefore they come into contact with the fern
in a night alley, the bodys become... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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stars become the embryos of nobody's parents
the stars froze like a snail that learned to levitate
the dead ripen in the poppy heads
they crawl into grandmothers' mouths -
listen to what the old people say
there are more germs in... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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comes like a woman with a blue past
she lost the flaming lambs
that grazed in the immediate harbor
the roofs are like abandoned skulls of giant snails
the rustling of leaves impregnates even men
a boy on the street... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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snow lies like dead ballerinas
it takes root in the wasteland
between the retinas of men and the underwear of angels
villages are scattered like black things
left by used god
the sky can no longer contain the bird's silence
it... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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candle burns in the messenger's throat
he wants to say something
goes without touching the ground
because it wounds with claws
he is pushing away the frozen rain
comes to the house of a warm girl
opens his mouth and she blows out the... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 1 View added 1 year ago
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tiptoe out of the womb
not to wake the dead
the hair of the dead grows from the ground
like the fur of a sad beast
people bask in that hair
detached from the days
the winter wind over their heads
could sharpen knives
children... – by Sviatoslav | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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sky is close to each other
dreamers get down in their boots
with the eyes of a secret cock, they contemplate the abyss of sky
the August dandelion grows in their breasts
they build a house hidden in the strands of twilight
when... – by Sviatoslav Hurhura | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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were the smoke that came to their senses
peeking out of the eternal hole
to see if an ear of wheat is standing
god gathers their ripe hearts
as if from a tree above the ground
an old journey awaits them
across a field of naked... – by Sviatoslav | 41 Views added 1 year ago
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