Poems
By Mykyta Ryzhykh
Top down, bottom up the stairs
Night club of cigarette loneliness
The future dissolves in smoke
In vain you smoke indoors:
You won’t immediately understand the reason for the siren:
Maybe suddenly it’s a fire
Maybe suddenly it’s war again
White ice
White snow
White bird
White skin
White time
White blanket
White people
White cemetery
The skies are gray as before the funeral
I play backgammon with the computer
I don’t play backgammon with the computer
Lord, how good it is that there is a computer
Lord, are you really lonely like all the people on the planet?
Mykyta Ryzhykh is a Ukraine based poet who has been nominated for Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been published in many prestigious journals such as Dnipro, Bukovinian magazine, Polutona, Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Divot journal, dyst journal, Superpresent Magazine, Allegro Poetry Magazine, among others.