На губах запеклись струйки дыма. Стихи читает Демирина. Streams of smoke caked on my lips. Demirina

Demirina reads poetry. Streams of smoke caked on my lips, They contain chicks of endless words, Beneath your grimace is your pantomime, Calculating the modest catch... I’m not here, I’m in worlds where I shouldn’t So waste the energy of words, Where the state itself will reveal The essence of heads clinging to each other... But you demand evil promises Clear fingerprints and oaths, What’s on the takeoff public farewells I really want to gag you And be silent and scream at the top of your lungs In your bitter tasting eyes, Where only one tear will cut off the power The whole city... A dragonfly hangs On a brilliant drop of the Sun, Smells like burnt neon wings: Still burned the thin bottom, Even though no one asked for anything... стихи читает автор Демирина. На губах запеклись струйки дыма, В них птенцы нескончаемых слов, Под гримасой т