Did the little boy exist?
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.
Predestined
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.
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.
Predestined
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.
