стихи
Utu Man (32) On the roof
I lie on the roof of my house, I spread my hands and scoop with bottomless lash-rimmed ladles an upturned current, passive, smooth. My head steps upwards, claiming its rightful place among the curve-sided hollow planets that keep afloat the heaven's bark. The raw tablet of my body with writing pressed through it bakes in the sun and grows hard: soon nothing can be added to the syntax of my veins and wrinkles and hairs running along my belly and tiny red spots under my nipples and the cross within my navel. I'll be complete and written, ready for my head to read as it swells in liquid heaven and sprouts like a pumpkin seed. |
Новости [Все]
Вланес
Объявление
сборник стихов, текстов песен популярных российских, украинских и зарубежных исполнителей
|
|
|