Woven at the elbows

woven at the elbows
author of the apocalypse
trained poets
'e-mailes' youngsters
sign of occupation
life for others
barrel in pocket

     woven at the elbows
never sniff vodka
it's not blonde or pink
tablet
........
hopeless attempt at thinking...
but you just need to rest, chain,
woven at the elbows

     author of the apocalypse
first you lie to yourself
and only then - to everyone; -
it's something from Shakespeare...
hopelessness! - you will laugh at these
endless fences, behind them -
caucasian shepherd dogs
...................
drums make you move...
in a dead end I wanted to pee,
fantasy plays out
imagine yourself the author of the Apocalypse

     trained poets
very rare - trained pigs ...
only a few cases are known...
people are offended, although they laugh
.................................
poets and bespectacled people are afraid
they easily cross the borders,
type do not see, freaks

     'e-mailes' youngsters
what incredible animals!
... here, where the cramped roofs of the town
with a provincial being -
primary school teacher...
and the animal is the yellow sea of rape
...................
do not read 'e-mailes' youngsters - in the bastard!

     sign of occupation
ban on funeral processions
changed the world...
the world has become much tougher
......................
everywhere a sign of occupation -
banana peel

     life for others
live somewhere else
There's a word for "okay"...
and then - moral abstractions,
life for others
triple coup jump from the loggia,
special smiles of conspirators
 
     barrel in pocket
calendar dries lips...
there is nocturnal disgust, but also
desire to have a son...
habitual obsession, sweaty face
......................... 
coffee ends with a clink
spoons
gun in pocket worries
like a stupidly standing phallus