Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Tragedy of a Modern Lover

I do not know what to do but
Someone says “There is nothing to do.”
And I fly to Mars (his first mistake)
And saw there a little monkey bird
Which was mad and gelid still creature named “live me alone!”
Then I went to the Catacombs near the “Russian Nothingness”
Then I beautify very important bones and skulls
And die.

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