gHOsTs Of tHIngS tO cOMe{katerinA gogoU 5}

How

soon the light fades

from our
lives my brother...

Through
our allergic eyelashes

life tiptoes slowly

not to be caught

she leaves
and disappears...

look, she's a dot

turning
that corner...
gone now...

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaarknes!!!

I look at photo
negatives and
they are humans

with fire-red eyes
of trapped wolves

borrowed claws

how did they
leave them
this way false teeth

leaches stuck
on our throats
pulling our buttons

to pull through
a little longer

They're those
at the train

I remember them well

when we scheduled
our first dream to
go on a holiday

they threw us
at the outstretched
lines of the railway

like empty sacks
in an
unprotected crossing

for excess weight

Those of us who
"lived" written
in quotation marks

a thousand
barrels point at us

from the
roof of the telecommunications
centre

cold cold and
melo(dramatic)
with our t-shirt

we pretend
we have
an overcoat

and one
- did you see -
all of us have it

purple vein
under
our eye
beating still

How expensive
life is my brother

how things
have cheapened,
courage!

Sometimes
- but i don't give up-

the
anti-depressives
overturn

and the
scale turns

I have no
more forward

I bend and
take with
my teeth

my blooded mind
and go back back

I turn back
to save myself

and then
i can't find
the way

cause it's shit
over there
- as if i didn't know-

broken metals
and fragments
of bomb shells

i get scared
and lost with
everything i have
nowhere to go

only the door of
the SUPERMARKET
is open

and I sneak in

I watch like
a predator
where money go

and the
value of use

Delirium Tremens
is how
they call it

I WANT TO STEAL

I turn on
all the stereos
to play together

each brand
in a different tune

the speakers in
maximum to
blow their ears

and then
with a good
Singer scissors

I cut their mouths
all around to
make them bigger

and put
my soul there

a kiss of death

and I empty
inside them,
the psychiatric pills

and their drug stores
together with
their keepers

Death to Byzantium

to hell
the dynasties

my friend's
diaphragm
the peaceful
operations

go and die

Death to
the Immortals

black flags
and red

the light opens

- WILL OPEN -
the road
the mouth

the eyes
the heart
and mind

It takes
just a little
from us to
push the door down


And the camera
with the
ancient films

Not

Not always
the people

black negatives

and us

BURNED SUNS

κΑΤΕρΙνΑ γΩΓου-πΟΣΟ νΩΡΙς ΦευΓΕι τΟ φΩΣ
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