Light clouds of love

passion for salvation
death of poetry
light clouds of love
take a term
stupidity and mistakes
metaphors for wandering
on one note
it's nobody's fault
non-extendable

     passion for salvation
promising reluctance
fake heart attacks
.........................
and also a passion for salvation,
needed only by the Savior

     death of poetry
poetry dies every hundred years
remains an artificial professional
delight
..........
poetic matter wears out,
then breaks
from the fast pace of time

     light clouds of love
burning flame - filled with blood
uterus,
and the clouds are a neurosis,
hormonal storm
....................
...it passes
but it has to happen

     take a term
muttering of the public prosecutor and
lawyer's indignant speech
.......................
even lose your name
live the habit of living...
just take it that way
long terms

     stupidity and mistakes
the author of the immortal book sculpts
snowman
affectionate and silly sunflower
looking from the windowsill
...................
the last time she came
surrender and said - "it was
error",
offered to drive for booze

     metaphors for wandering
the wind of time has blown everything away...
life is gone, it is no more
......................
now - the wanderings of the soul,
and things are metaphors for them

     on one note
they are wicked...
how insidious they are! - these
symbols...
it somehow relates
with the hiss of a faucet and a keen eye
cats?
.................
children like to keep up with the soldiers,
who can sing on one note...
is this a symbol of what?

     it's nobody's fault
discomfort is the most common feeling
for a woman, not "love"
.......................
it is clear that being young is more and more
hard, but throw a scandal
three hours is still nice
......
however, in our life
it's nobody's fault

     non-extendable
every business ends with...
or should end -
to the country house or by ambulance
.................
just don't repeat what you said
silently wash the unbent bent
forks