Who was that little boy In a frill from magpie fluff? Who was that little boy whose fingers are tenderer than tarragon? Who was that little boy in a cloak from the tears of Harlequin? Who was that little boy with a look of a work-worn scaffold? Who was that little boy whose thoughts... But what do we know? Precipitated into a hellhole (for the next to feel shame) ‘cause he couldn’t bear in his haggard body the gift of God – a beautiful soul? An immortal soul.
Did that little boy exist? It seems that all this is rubbish and cowardice.
It’s predestined blood-coloured sunset it’s predestined bleak cold day it’s predestined gulp of poison to my lips you brought it has come true I’m the past I’m the shadow all over and all is… predestined.
Bio: Alexander Limarev, freelance artist, mail art artist, poet and curator from Russia. Participated in more than 400 international projects and exhibitions. His artworks are part of private and museum collections of 53 countries. His artworks as well as poetry have been featured in various online publications including TIME FOR A VISPO, EXPOESIA VISUAL EXPERIMENTAL, THE NEW POST-LITERATE: A GALLERY OF ASEMIC WRITING, SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION LANGUAGE IMAGE LAB, FOOOM, KILLER WHALE JOURNAL, POEZINE, THE WHITE RAVEN, UNDERGROUNDBOOKS.ORG, BOEK861, TIP OF THE KNIFE, MUSH / MUM MAG, BUKOWSKI ERASURE POETRY ANTHOLOGY (Silver Birch Press), KIOSKO (libera, skeptika, transkultura),SIMULACRO, BLACKBIRD, ZOOMOOZOPHONE REWIEW, ICONIC LIT, M58, METAZEN, MAINTENANT etc.