In the house for demolition

echo doesn't lie
it's raining
words of mercilessness
in the house for demolition
vanished state
those two
yellow wind
   
     echo doesn't lie
! with just one finger
put on panties, grope
bra clasp

it's not my fault that the shadow
seems black
that the echo doesn't lie

     it's raining
easier to see through the glass...
kind of lazy

! no, it's the same as always
when it rains

     words of mercilessness
try not to breathe
, and sighing - do not moan ...
even fingers scream
if they are not together

night is a cheerful black flag...
... I expect mercy, and I
palm off words

     in the house for demolition
why imagination if
there is spacious linen

in the house for demolition should be left
traces,
part of the soul

now it's raining reading the paper...
typography - universal conscience:
black fingers from content
...this is lead

     vanished state
...rehearsal of life:
right, nice
happily

noisy in the hospital
, like a foxtrot sounds

mice always say "you":
! hey you, on the provincial rug
factories of the disappeared state
, skinning your knees in search of
coins

     those two
and I remember:
I got spanked on the ass
because the doll said obscenities

besides, I thought:
I can't wake up at night
like those two

     yellow wind
I feel this wind
eyeballs
...yellow wind when
hands dance their own
dance

they said i still have a chance