The Gorko Gazette

in the world

this winter has brought nothing but snow
and olds bones under eternal now

GOD IS YESTERDAY’S ANT SUICIDE

aluminum birds are indignant
milk cast iron birds are indignant
belts birds are indignant returning after winter home
to the cemetery

what awaits the stone after silence
why does the stone expect something after silence
(the windows and trees are locked like spring)

I come to the stone snow bird
they all grew up and I, like Maria, don’t know how to address them

I don’t go near the ant: I don’t see
and I don’t go near the universe

and a branch crunches underfoot
or inside the chest
or a bone

what do i expect from thousand year old snow?
fingers

and the trees
seemed to have their branches buried
in my knees

I sacrifice the silence of my home
for you
but you
are silent

and my home has turned into a monster:
I don’t know where to return now when the curfew comes
in the world

AND NOW

I AM SUICIDE YESTERDAY ANT NOW

GOD IS THE SONG THAT MOM SANG
MOM IS THE SONG THAT GOD SANG
GOD IS THE SONG THAT SANG MOM

and while I was looking for a house a little girl
came up to me and asked why her teddy had 4 fingers
I didn’t know what to answer this girl
I wasn’t sure that 9 children’s fingers on a hand
is the wrong number

I DON’T HAVE A BRANCH TO COUNT MY OWN FINGERS

I turned to face the girl and shouted
and my face was covered with sand
merchants trampled a weak path through the sand
all crumbled

someone was crucified on three
crosses and didn’t even notice: was it me
the winds tried to whisper something like trees

crucified a little girl who had not learned to count
crucified a little boy who was afraid to go down from a sled

crucified winter sand coming from the sky
headache. no one will betray because no one will come
chestache. no one will fly away because the cage is empty
and the soul burst out

this winter has brought nothing

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New place

A woman set up a hot dog stand on the very edge of the metropolis
And the metropolis grows and grows every day
A woman set up a hot dog stand on a new edge of the metropolis

The metropolis collapsed but the hot dogs remained
A woman died but the hot dogs remained
A woman with a hot dog in her hand and a strange hat on her head

They said it was the statue of liberty
They said that my love has no boundaries
They said I’m a son of a bitch, go back home, get out

And I understand that I don’t have a home anymore
This woman never paid taxes
She must be so tired of sucking her husband’s dick every night

Pigeons compete with children for bread crumbs
Right: I need to get out of here
My tail won’t survive another nuclear war

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Black square

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there is not a single censored word left
self-censorship
censorship
?

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ABOUT THE ARTIST

Winner of the international competition «Art Against Drugs», bronze medalist of the festival Chestnut House, laureate of the literary competition named after Tyutyunnik.

Published in the journals Dzvin, Dnipro, Bukovinsky journal, Tipton Poetry Journal , Stone Poetry Journal, Divot journal , dyst journal, Superpresent Magazine, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Alternate Route , Better Than Starbucks Poetry & Fiction Journal, Littoral Press , Book of Matches , on the portals Ice Floe Press, Litcenter and ‘Soloneba’, in the Ukrainian literary newspaper etc.

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