My heroes encourage me
To smoke cigarettes
And get wasted
Beyond recognition.
What have i chosen?
They even sing odes
Full of melody
About these things
And I often
Find myself not having
The choice
Not to join
With my voice
And dance
Along



The flowers etched
Deep into my brain

Sittin' on a rooftop
Watching the world end
An apocalypse, of some kind
Right before my peaceful eyes
With a cig in my hand,
watching it end

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How do you want
To remember
About these birds?
How do you?

All their souls
Trembled a bit
At sight of reflections
On the Great sea

And my heart
Shook
At sound of her voice

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Summerian kiss
We are and were,
All the same

Gales & clouds
Violet night
Rip apart, it
is easy,
see?

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How many more
Ghosts
Will i meet
On this dusted path
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‌‌The trees speak to sky
With crooked branches,
Their tongues

Chimneys puke
Their share

Trees are like hungry birds,
The latter - maggots

Everything speaks
Sky's blue body listens
And sometimes
Kisses

"No drug can compete
  With the Sun"


This is one thing,
the other one
Is:

No dancer better
   Than the flame