Trying to live

bald sermons
abdominal space
wet cigarette
letters to a friend
drill of the lame
conversation keeper
cause of love
grand total
trying to live

     bald sermons
whispers of life...
line of people who love you
how are you - preaching bald and
huge moon sunlight

     abdominal space
hairs run down the body
looking for hiding places...
they have sparkling eyes
it is not in vain that they avoid open
spaces of the back and abdomen

     wet cigarette
     you are a wet cigarette / Sagan
you are like a book
sit down, bend your knees...

after flooding neighbors
after a crazy fuck in the bathroom

     letters to a friend
not coming...
how sick he is and
how armed
dont clear...

friend is a fantasy
consequence of non-critical view

what scares madness?
forget the language...

     drill of the lame
suspiciously plump
waiting for a truck from China...
with smelly toys?
...they call themselves cloudless
they are for drill
lame

     conversation keeper
who keeps the fallen leaves?
what about yesterday's conversation?
...put me under my head
soft ass pillow
tell me, do the monuments remember us?

     cause of love
love is the only reason for love

when the shadows creep into the corners,
in the texts - real tricks

the resident of the last floor looks
condescendingly
survivor of terror

     grand total
the goal is always at odds with the meaning
the target is an infinite divergent
a number of bills to pay
...total sum is infinity

     trying to live
some words are scary:
"always", "never"...

someday we will be left
only teeth
from our attempt to live