Under the black flag

under the black flag
dead of dead
frenzy of paranoia
in awe of falling
black Sun
the mystical goal of Russia
the politics of love
brain cutlets

     under the black flag
fearless words will return...
but first - five-story phalanstery
Nikita Khrushchev
...............
Our Father - Darwin, our ancestors -
ants and wasps,
and we are sheets torn from time
....................
watch, just watch
belong to no one
go under the black flag

     dead of dead
now or never!
...no choice
at night when the trees pass
from place to place
when they strangle a woman, languishing from
hate,
body is green...
......................
first dies already dead

     frenzy of paranoia
"I" multiplies like books and
everything else becomes superfluous
even brisk electricity
.........................
memory moves the world...
space memory,
frenzy

     in awe of falling
we are all in awe of falling...
nature is cruel, death promises for everything,
especially for love and pregnancy
...............
fly out for life as a wandering meteorite
through the pages of the passport
when you're allowed

     black Sun
black sun in the window of time -
it's a plot twist when
houses and street - an idea, and people -
quotation marks and interjections
...................
like the shameless poses of the dead

     the mystical goal of Russia
strange...
the amount of suffering does not decrease...
suffering spreads, averages
it is increasingly difficult to separate from joy -
more joyful downs
.................
wolves eat their old men,
to establish equality
this mystical goal of Russia

     the politics of love
say a few words and
go on limping -
that morality is so saturated with politics
that politics now determines morality
and therefore love

     brain cutlets
the silliness of old age...
weak resistance to inevitable decay,
convulsions of thinking
dry brain patties
...............
old man's resolution:
turn people into books
to the sleeping library