Fun

Light, a strip of light, it happened in the summer.

No, not this summer, when the cutlet lay on a scorched plastic tablecloth and the fly buzzed

And the mosquito stuck its sting into my fat body.

Haze, red haze, eyes steamed to the extreme

The dog crawled out of the bathhouse, all your delusions are smeared

On a thin crossbar the underwear of an old beaten reptile

I see the depressions of your collarbones, and abrasions on your leg

From the moss of unclean thoughts we will cheerfully part in a fragrant field

Furiously wild and pitiful toads in the pond

I don’t think I’ll survive, I know a widow

I'll go finish my smoke and then breathe in some more freshness.

Tenderness of inevitability overturned in advance

The quintessence of selection in the garden in the next section

Smeared snot on your pills

If this was in the summer, my passport is now banned

No matter what you are wearing, the essence of your nakedness is not you at all.

And you're not the same at all

2018