The world of twisted homes and bridges
Forestalls itself with writings that
Are curved as made by stout midget
And skinny figure, black and flat.
With music scraping brains and drawing
I’m eaten by the hydra trees
From convolutions of outgoing
Ghost from madhouse tried to seize
Whose master’s head is swelled with winkers
To take aback and panic girl
That has a shining face as blinkers
Expressing everybody’s whirl.
Some things are stupid but I love it
As that madhouse scene indeed.
All decorations, actors drive in
The mad theatrical dull treat.
A dick in tights of walking shadow
Grown from the darkness with a knife.
The genius film came as tornado
To turn up my remote wild-life.
The earliest pictures on the paper
Shown me the film I had to see.
Oh, thanks for tape of solid vapor,
Great Weine, poet of disease!
Night before 11/28/2011
Das Kabinett des Doktor Kaligari
© Copyright: Кирилл Галабурда, 2012
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