Spent the day

increasing entropy

yesterday 

Consequences today

Chilling, waiting

- These cookies are very calming. 

- I bet! Especially since you're dunking them into vodka. 

It would be humorous to expect emotional maturity from people in a time when everything is directed at emotional jerking around. Except it's true: I do expect that kind of maturity. I expect people to see through political elections, commercials, junk mail, individual immaturity and money scams. I don't know where that expectation comes from. Maybe it's soft as hope. Maybe as harsh as taking responsibility. 

Emotions are everything: materializing tools, leaves of tales, samples of understanding, wings of success. Why do we give it all away and prefer dunking it into vodka?

Last night I felt what old age is... It's when your body can't keep up with your soul. And suddenly, I'm terrified.

Going all day 

everyday

everyday 

Then I lay on the floor

that spins as if I drank Bombay 

Yet inside I'm burning

to do more

Let me trace a rave

like a slave 

to Life

I want to be so well off that I'd have time & energy to participate in long, well-versed, grammatically correct group discussions that mean absolutely nothing. 

#lifegoals

What kind of a suicidal persona would make salsa without onions & garlic? But when I dreamt it, I found it: right here in town, at the store. What kind of maniac makes chocolate without sugar? But I dreamt it, and it came to me. I can keep going... However: 

!Improvise. Always improvise your life. And then spray thieves oil on the whispers coming from the peripheral.

Every morning at 5am

squatted in my underwear

before a cast iron mouth

I add another line to my blues song 

about the fact that paper 

doesn't burn

Everything we do

hhhhmm... 

everything we do

is to cope with emotions 

For there's nothing

more powerful on this side

of centaurus' arm

The music I've been craving hasn't been found. Grateful for other forms of art.

A Berkey snuck into my house

and spelled me from mountain creeks

I turned unplayful and pragmatic

Dried up the drink of evergreens

against the endless sky

"People you may know" 

carousel

Among them a nature man

almost barefoot

No dog, no girlfriend seen with him

A goddamned weirdo, of course 

When suddenly! - a woman

on his shoulder

I go drinking tea in peace

I'm glad I can think 

about you

Happiness holds no past

no future

Present is you and me

From solid A

to slippery B

forgetting in a rush 

to play 

But yesterday 

I felt contentment

to the nth degree

and everything went bleak

Give in 

to how slow 

the sap is moving

Into reflection

of how you've grown 

under the summer sun

Now we catch up 

to our own selves

in blue air, white world

The Milky Way is spilling down

or whatever your dream direction is

Create

"Сочи", - is all I think of

at my fireplace

Once outside I sigh 

a taken breath... 

of Crestone

Fire is hot and

the children are laughing

So why is it cold

in my soul 

Own thoughts

keeping me down

while life goes on