the morning birdman's hiss

This grade of muteness was awful,

it had blended itself with my thoughts,

they consumed reality with icy knots,

hopefully, they'll digest us, chew us,
love you
love us

hey, court jesters! Come out from that tube

Please, paint a red skull on that wall
too grey
too sad
Blow away all evilness of two legs,
I know
I know
Instead, I should embrace the beauty of
crying wishers of power and authority.

The giggling assumptions are coughing
hippos. They are the luminous majority.
Are the concerns our real effort?

Are the concerns our real effort?

Laughing.

Stab me.

Throw me away

Yes, I am aware of the turbid nature of my thinking

when sadness covers me with a teething blanket

I try to escape from this human-turba

by words' assistance,

No screaming.

Any screaming.

Crying for yelling.

my eyedew is dripping from the pharynx

into my lungs
into my stomach
and has sex with the gastric acid;

my inability to have my own volition comforts me;

I am preparing for a short life of drosophilas

just flying around that island

middle of this, slowly decomposed city

if the expiation existed, this would be one.

the taphonomic wink love their ego;

they want to

want to

more desire

they'll count its remaining bricks

in that cobalt blue jelly which

had belonged to the city's light?

I shouldn't think,
Please,
Please. 
Stop licking the window on the train.
Stop crying if they hit you.

Stop being disappointed when you see how 

people believe in the power

as they got used to 

that the most aggressive males are

the leaders of the group.
We are ordinary mammals.

Our incisor teeth are our intellect.

Oink, oink, oink.

No change.

One change.

less sadness

Two changes.

more fear

they need multigods;

The calm I was seeking might be done,

and it waits for me in that nowhere,

it is sitting in a dark bush

and try to dissuade me

from jumping into the glacial river,

where I will have a chat with burbots, 

water heaven

hydrated paradise;

I will shrink As slowly as I can.

the landscape disappears with me, too.

thou was not there;
thou won't be there,

I knew it before I entered this sentence,

my hopes are my most serious illness,  

They are not screaming anymore;
they just make you cackle
you are cackling
laughing
proud Two Legs.

as with any other useless thing, they can

obliterate my overgrown escaping paths,

or it's reverse. 

Each of my fears is a free bird,
a priest without religion,
they can't treat the eagerness
of this completely frigid existence
in this goldened shit-walnut.