Poet of The Month: Mykyta Ryzhykh
Songs of Lorelai & Other Poems
Boy
Will die inside of me during the annual meeting with the snow
The boy inside me will die in time
The boy will die when his nails become screams
Peppa Pig climbs into the Christmas oven
Sexually burning fires of anti-missile launcher
We swim to land to drown
The lizards of minutes scatter
One perspective is expectation
God’s assistant pressed the wrong button
The tree temple grew in the wrong place
The boy sits under the tree temple and collects pieces of greenery
Drowned stones are silent in the language of air
Red redery green greenery
Greenery mimics in khaki
My love wears a sweater of roses instead of a body
In the mimicry of stone the river trembles
The boy will die inside the phallus of the rectum of the rifle
The stars will be witnesses in the court of the past tense
Here is the wing hold it and fly
What did I do while nuclear plants grew like mushrooms
Probably scolded the daughter beat the cat
Dragged a piece of halva
Filled the chambers with gas
And did not notice how my daughter turned into
In the Virgin Mary
And I don’t know how to deal with her now
diaphragms of misfortune
torn tongue bites the tongue
the word touches a deaf ear
a man stands by the old cemetery
and does not know what to say
small lights
in the eyes
of the pupils
and in the sky
its a birthday when
we flew like birds into the world
of fireworks and colors
this is the day when we stopped
being birds and became earthly people
