Faith in the day after tomorrow

fake news
not trying to jump
adventure ready
train with fuel oil and wood
immortality propaganda
hands and body
faith in the day after tomorrow

    fake news
have to live with it:
with negative angles
with the gurgling laughter of migrants

brain is tempted by spam
he can no longer live without fake
news

     not trying to jump
it is beneficial to go last in the column ...
when the goal is long gone...
no one is blocking...
you can see the new white sky
and red lips burning down
clothing warehouse

just don't try to jump!
then they shoot everyone

     adventure ready
fresh life prepares adventures...
dried fruits will still dry out and
the tower of the well collapses

two useless together
collect grass,
and in the hippo a guard walks behind them

      train with fuel oil and wood
attempt failed...
new borders pretended to be dead:
like I'm a cricket, and you're a firefly
...are we disoriented or? This
cardinal directions dancing around

go along the road, symbolically leaving
as a train with fuel oil and wood

     immortality propaganda
been listening to TV for a long time...
rolled up a newspaper and watched
pushed with elbows, a team of bees,
who don't care where to live

learned to wink
do not interfere impudently immortality propaganda

     hands and body
second-rate and pink artificial
jaw...
a Jewish prosthetist lived here...

... but the most amazing! - in a jar,
touching with cold (once) hands
hot (once) body

     faith in the day after tomorrow
new day is hopelessly obsolete...
try to forget him as soon as possible
like a failed transplant

the day before yesterday still hoping
believed in the power of corporations,
in the day after tomorrow