Heavencity 4.

Heavencity 4.

I’ve dislodged all words silence punctuation
From the blue verses of this sea-white hamlet
Corpses reign over imitated dialogues
I’m trying to balloon my chest – uttering unventilated sentences -
Feeling a claustrophobic excitement playing the role of accountant
I run from bow-lane via salute-street to the egoistic regulation -cities
Carrying my head - infertile in constant misuse –
My touchstone shadows form souvenirs
For the oceanic gardens shopping malls café and bedrooms
I go on walking through the sexual spaces urinal spaces
Hunting grounds airless mansions mumbling my own archaeology –
In reality, self-expansionism gives birth to the expansionist states
Our watery blood-drops boil
In the excitement of capturing things and thoughts
Then melt in vapour
The marbled angels climb down the mountains of savings
To lie back on the mysterious couches – they let open all the level-crossings --
Mail trains chop me into pieces and I go on thinking
Who where the girls supposed to get these body parts
Which trees did I kill in furniture-interest?
My exciting flesh has now found place on the throne
Will get afire on its own on this perfect burner

Heavencity 3

Heavencity 3

Our own pet watches outrun us
Now in the middle of a galvanized wooden floor
The stuffy hearts tickling in pain
I offer you calibration
The corporal soul that burnt so fast to ashes
In sheer oxygen-consumption
Are now stones getting on my muscular kicks –
Even in a distance of a hundred skies
I couldn’t stumble on any similar image
An overwhelming white beard flowing out of my lower chest
The teeth have grown grass and the penis ice
One two three buttons pass petroleum through anus
and I vomit manganese iron ore —
They’ve put a wise artist and me on two sides of Taurus
They decided to kill the artist—
“There is place only for clerks in this city”
Market! Market! Bang bang boom boom
etiquetted sextoys celebrate vasectomy
Give him golden genital silver lips
Fetch him a hundred void vaginas
Cotton and plastic milkpack
The ultraclever violate ray of civilization
Has got me discovered the market supervisor
Piss and booze and smoke on pipes
Amid the brains of these genitals buttocks and milkpacks

Heavencity 2

Heavencity 2

A silent explosion just tore apart the skeleton of my senses
Or that’s how I’m trying to retrieve it to its original state
By striking at the central level
Where were you born from, poet? Where did you buy the wings from
And flew off to sniff the scent of our angels’ bikinis? Now no angel
Can hide her odourless perspiration and nipples of marble-layer
On occasions they decorate eyes with twinkling red blue tiny bulbs
And mesmerize pan-amoeba-human-race
We’ve changed heads for shoulder-tops
Here dynamites bloom in the sky
Here the clouds roam like whores
The Magi of annihilation has come down
From the hills woods and the masquerading sea
To stab and axe this torrent of stones--
Will he throw his body towards you?
Who are you, man/woman? Who are you, poet,
Lashing your tongue on this white tomb?
Calm, quite, comb your hair,
There is no liberation without war

Heavencity

Heavencity

1.
There is no flavour of blood left in this heavencity
Here the machines oh the machines claim to have labour pain!
Do these pearl-coated eyes know the blockades? Claustrophobic doors are all
That they began with; the alive fishes wish in disbelief once more to test
The taste of their silvery body – it’s been years that scandals have marked their
Sexual procedures – do the physical reproductions produce blood any longer?
Hssshh…now the peacekeeping force is marching through the city….
The status-quoists are sharing smiles and affection with mannequins
Inside warm yellow apartments eyes glittering in blue funfair