Surrealist Poems

[ElectricEgregore]

For the start I'll translate one from my mother tongue, so it lost a bit of it's tone, was written in agony.


kamikaze cramps
full steam
already light fog
stoke lightning
in dead tree garments
skinny stilts are pushing
quietly a ring
over the ice
on black waves
seeing through eyelids
like tiny drums
covered with bat wing skin
let the pinball
beyond the target
into the most distant birdhouses
devastate nests
to build small fences from them
I do not hate
a dream that was none
only is
the paradoxical child
plays old age
and wins the game
soft needles
so seamless for the sake of pain
allow
rub rust until bloodletting
rocking chair of the tides
constantly crushed
tickling sabers
progressive regression
entertains thirty lives
surplus of consumed air
through the cheesecloth
of my inner self
only runs in
whoever makes it out
forbidden figures
twilight in cells
of the blood-brain barrier
sleep vigilantly
to discover what is buried
naked and cold
milky and strange
enough was done
when he came going
for the fifth time