Color Of Stoolcranberry Juice

carteja @ 2010-01-23T17: 01:00

about anything

say anything, then this speech will be long,
Like a train that once had not submitted to us.
And the sunset shadow. And the night unanswered call.

Wake at least someone who would say that he sees me,
Who would still remembered how to give the names of gods,
Who's memory is now at least one of the names of call.

We go on its January ashes indeveloy land
ugly girl in a handful of catch bumblebees.
Without love, hard. I say, without love, hard.

Saying hard, and burn something even harder.
Look as glares at the moon faded trunk.
If a wraith is large, and his gestures too broad.

again moving shadow and the shadow of twelve reasons
in the darkness at random gold stove cakes,
Expand dusk in the picture nestrashnyh losses.

Do not walk on water, only to waste his feet wet,
not touch the ground, because it zarychit. Just
sit and sit. In the dark. In the dark. In the dark.

yurrikon