My lesbian neighbor said,
That lots of high rank army guys
Are gay,
With no family,
Dedicated to their service.
It made me wonder:
“Is god really gay?”
My lesbian neighbor said,
That lots of high rank army guys
Are gay,
With no family,
Dedicated to their service.
It made me wonder:
“Is god really gay?”
Two years ago we were discussing “low art”
With my instructor Kathleen.
I finally got the answer:
It’s the “harder art”
Just like a
Concrete poop.
The dog walked down the street:
Fuckem.
A word elaborator puts some lines with space glitter:
Fuckem.
Mrs Mikhaelovich is musturbating on the park bench, imagining naked Jesus:
Fuckem.
A wife told her husband’s brother that she never comes. They were high. The husband learned the lesson:
Fuckem.
Roaches on his face, trying to find his mouth entrance.
And don’t kill flies, they eat shit:
Fuckem.
He “forgot” to tip his Uber driver. Why does the driver have anti-Semitic thoughts?
Fuckem.
Where does it lead to? Are we lost? And who was the coffee maker pretending to be the Siddhartha?
Fuckem.
Elizabeth is performing her heart out in the porn scene, and what do you give her? Two tiddlywinks of cum? What a dick! A true disgrace!
Fuckem.
Beem, beem,
Beem-beem,
Beem, beem,
Ddkhk!
Fuckem.
Don’t get bore…
Transparent-pink one,
Hello?
I was not a fan of violets
At school:
Why did everyone think so?
I loved the
Hairy one,
With huge nose,
Darker skin:
She has none of it, anymore.
The revolutionist,
With bloody songs,
Why you
Grew up
Stupid?
I carved
Your name
On my skin,
Literally.
Just for a
Kiss?
My relatively close
Teacher
I knew you love girls,
Cause you loved me,
When I was
Eleven.
I keep
Forgetting your name:
What did make me
Slide my hands
On your
Posterior?
(Maybe
The same reason
Your husband is
Rolling his balls
On your
Face).
You were my
Croissant,
Huge tits,
No experience.
And then you.
Who stole my brain,
And my notebook.
(I’m still waiting for it).
We are look-alike members
Of Woody Allen’s
Freudian Club.
And then three of you
Came to me
Almost the same time.
My ex’s ex girlfriend,
Ex’s ex girlfriend’s sister,
And the one
Who was double of me:
Double age
Double weight
Double shortage.
Then again you
Another you,
Between both of you.
I found myself
In some sum of you.
And I don’t write
About you
Anymore:
It’s amoral,
Maybe.
Soon, very soon, you’ll see the light.
It’ll stay between your ears forever.
I’ve only one thing to teach you:
Listen to no one, but your father.
Listen to no one.
Your mom is the best.
The rest you’ll figure out yourself.
Listen to no one.
Տղես
Շուտով, շատ շուտով, դու կտեսնես լույսը։
Այն հավերժ կմնա ականջներիդ արաքում։
Միայն մի բան ունեմ քեզ սովորեցնելու։
Ոչ մեկի չլսես, հորիցդ բացի։
Ոչ մեկի չլսես։
Մայրդ ամենալավն է։
Մնացածը ինքդ կպարզես։
Ոչ մեկի չլսես։
Չկապելով էս տողն հաջորդին՝
Ագռավներն անցան որբանոց։
Օ՜, երկնայի՛ն գետաձի,
Դո՞ւ ինչ ես ծխում։
Կուչ է եկել մաշկի մյուս կողմում ու
Քեռու օրորոցայինից գալարվում է.
Ցեղի սպանդի հիշեցումը մանկական չէ։
Աբուլը պլաստիրին էր բերել.
Իջոն չքաշեց, Մորֆը՝ ոնց կար՝ տենց։
Լամպերը թռան-կպան երկնային բորշին,
Վաղոն ֆրթացրեց վրայից,
Գայուշն արդեն Ստյոպի ականջն էր լպստում։
Երեքով մի թայվանուհու վզատակին
Մարգարիտներ շարեցին.
Այ հիմա կարող են գնալ տուն։
Տոշն, Աշոտն ու Աշը վերջին փողը տվին էդ վրացուն,
Ով լավ Թաթա կերգեր։
Լիլը պատմեց, որ իր առաջին-առաջվա սիրեցյալի երեխային տեսնելուց հետո
Էլ լոտո չի խաղում,
Կամ եթե խաղում էլ է՝ պարտությունը մտքում պահած։
Չէ՛, Լիլը էլ լոտո չի խաղում։
Մի կապտակարմիր ագռավ մեր դիմաց
Սատակեց։
Պե՞տք էր,
Բա էսքան խառնել պե՞տք էր,
Էն էլ էս գիշերվա կեսին,
Երբ չկա Աբուլի պլաստիրինը,
Թայվանուհու վզատակի մարգարիտները,
Տոշենց վրացին ու
Լիլի լոտոն։
Մի տասը տարի հետո
Էս ագռավի շիրիմին խոտեր աճեցին,
Արևը վրա տվեց,
Ֆոտոապարատն էլ միայն դեղնականաչ
Բծեր ցույց կտար։
Բա՞։
She hit me in the face with a smell of cigarette,
Stronger than mine: time had alzheimer.
Had no face, grace was not her mania,
Just like Arthur Rimbaud, plus a vagina.
Felt like her teeth were huge and doublewhite,
Tongue had scratches, kloofs filled with roaches,
Words of wisdom under her chin, crawling up,
self claiming self esteem, belittling the rest.
No romance, clouds of non-LSD dreams,
Who knocked the door? Leave it open.
Letters generated by words, BS around, no music,
Muses chewing drumsticks, chew, chew, chew, no more order.
Green fairy left a flower and a sugar, we’re all sober,
Tik-tak, a new world order,
Pass the bill, pay your home owner,
Disperse your fart, turn the TV, scratch the balls , maybe yours? No boner.
Rolling, rolling, rolling a dream ball,
She left, let it, not your business, moving on…
Oh, who’s crawling in mama’s womb? Another bomb? Moving on.
Had a crawler in her hair, a fat one, no one saw,
It spoke with me in Esperanto: didn’t get it.
Why should it make sense though? Don’t get it.
Chew-chew-chew-chew.
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It’s deliciously fat,
with a beauty of a cow’s eye,
with the smell of indigo colors,
exploding like a mandarin.
I turned my back,
to wait for the right moment,
to see your cinematic entrance
into the garden
full of flour,
resting on my eyelashes.
I skated an iron iron,
making rounds around you,
illuminating with fireworks
with hands,
full of ingredients for
a cake.
Was it cheesy
enough?